Reckoning

A feather dancing in the storm Will show you where to go To fly above, forget the swarm Or plummet down below A lifeless bird a broken seed Cannot disperse to bloom The reckoning is imminent Within the barren womb And you insist you don't exist Afraid to fall asleep You trust your pain, as only she Will know to bury deep The guilt is forged so seamlessly A ghostly silhouette Delivers phantom melody Prostrated hands, unbroken thread The thickened skin unease betrays Eyes glistening with anguish The glaring through the palest haze Bound to the endless languish But you insist you don't exist Afraid to fall asleep You trust your pain, as only she Will know to bury deep