Azrael
#21
Shrouded in shadow, a lone figure drifts,
Through the streets, a silent ghost adrift.
Eyes downcast, weighed down by the past,
Each step an echo of a shattered heart that won\'t last.
The chill of solitude, a cloak that never leaves,
A soul adrift in a sea of lonely grief.
A portrait of loneliness, painted with tears,
In search of a place to disappear.