Skyward

Emptiness has never taken up quite so much space
I've never seen the sight of so much nothing in my face
Caught in a belt sander, one would think
The smell of sterility makes it stink
Raven's feather
Skin like silk
Lips like poison
Adder's milk
You shout that the skies remain deaf to your cries
But in the end it's your suffering that dies
Starved for wounds to pick at
They curl up like autumn leaves
Misery joins its company
And washes away in the breeze
The walls happily crumble to dust
And the rarely-seen sunlight streams in
Emotions that long since have fallen to rust
Are given new life within
The wind once stirs the grass again
Breathes life into the sky
You raise your head, victorious
Young hearts shall never die