Statue of tears; in a dead time, zone
A dead flower; a dead love story
Match sticks and straws in fire’s throne
Grief– the ink, gore —the history.
Sorrowful engraving adorns the heart.
Glee’s graveyard goes anti-clockwise
Resonating eclipse begs black art,
Pain—the fruit, love—the mystery.
Flag of bliss was never hoisted.
Footsteps breathing last at wrath’s gravel
Brown leaves swivel on memories forlorn,
Autumn— the horror, déjà vu—the artistry.
Feeble crows drowning in a dried fountain,
Cries and wings swivel in ripples of time.
Mist fusing the dust and horizon,
Prayers— the flight, hell —the cemetery.
Shadows nocturnal write last obituary.
Vivid, vague thoughts clutch the soul.
Imprisoned my entity in dead veins;
Venom—my past, memories—the clustery.
