The moon bleeds in the gory sky,
There is no ray of sunshine,
The stars melt, the candle fades.
No shadows to see, not yours, not mine
A ghost from past haunts me,
No image it has, no mark it leaves.
No words said, emptiness rests.
No voice heard, not yours, not mine
A shadow to light demises before me,
No pain it has, no agony it feels.
Death, romance dance together.
No touch felt, not yours, not mine
A poem I write, no words I have
No feelings I have, no aims sublime.
The intensity in gore is all I have.
No one’s possession, not yours not mine.
We walk on the path destined.
The strata of revelations and confines.
A conundrum of past and future I solve,
No decision made, not yours, not mine
