TURN OFF

The soul longs for someone who did not want her love. He left her bleeding, her wings were torn off. She picked up the pieces, fumbling in the dark, the sound of tears mixed with loud shouts ... hear my prayer, turn off, turn off. Turn off me even if it becomes my death ... I do not want feel the pain that hurts, but yet so sweet, so precious and tender. She could live without her wings, and her soul ... but the heart knew that the sweetest and purest love she had experienced was within her. For the heart knew that one day it would play again, the finest notes to the melody of the soul ... when two becomes one, when day and night come together ...