Fighting

Their are no more hello's and no more good byes,

false looks twisted sorrow and black and white dreams

filling the air with the rotting stench of lies.

Spreading broken wings, rising against anguish to fight

dispair with every last word, every last drop of blood.

Tearing a hole in the wall one micro cell at a time, shining

in light of honesty, with out question, Ripping down the

wall of fear and turning dreams to color and filling the air with understanding!