The pigeons's truth

Dramatic and red, full of passion no compassion, black eyes deep as infinite ponds that reflect nothingness. Soul, that burns black. Yet, truth elusive and fragile seduced by this hero escapes the dominion of its holder, hurted runs away through the drainage of reality, somewhere in a inexplicable corner of the space. But what its true for some might be the end for others and the escape of this cycle always takes the life of the hero as a homage for its irreverencies. 

Complicated as it sounds, encrypted in speech, intertwined with feelings our stories are simple in action but complex in essence hard to unveil and useless to comprehend. But our promises pose us on the edge to fight back again against the asymptotic limits of life that are as well the death of our soul.  Dying for living and living for dying, promises that for some might be true but for others might be death, truth still escapes any seduction through the corners of space, leaving no trace.