thoughts//theyaremy part4

My mind is a blank.

Black flames illuminate my city.
Crossing over ivory skulls,
i fight them
with a rusted sword thats hard to carry.
The girl was to warn
of the deceiving stars-
voiceless word replies.

i depart ;
in my hands-
sweat.blood.sand.
Caged for too long,
now the doves fly free.

I find myself taking flight,
down down the engulfing white.