no escape

The shadowed death Of a Fallen   Feather Plucked out fiercely By a drunk one's weather: ? Meaningless to you To you. Not to me For the monster of death Has left you to be Free Free? Yes you. Never me The monster of death, now lets me see: The things I see with lids before my eyes She shows me these things: my smiling lies There is no (No escape) Not for us three: I, Myself (and the third one) Me