Oblivion.

By herself she goes,

In a city of trees.

Where all the birds go down,

And take a drink from your thoughts.

She hopes to change,

That emptiness inside.

The one she feels,

Alone with the birds and the trees.

Black holes of nothing,

Tracing her way up.

The trees giggling,

With uncontained glee.

Leaves shaking with laughter.

Is she really alone?

Telling a story,

That doesn't make sens.

Her thoughts lonely,

With the birds and the trees.