Ensoph The Shatered Void
Bereft of his blooms
The last cruelty of pride remains,
stained his appereance
invading all those still lines
and spikes his hope with boredom
sinking in thousand petals
shrinking in a wounded smile.
Like a garden fed by a guilty sun
So harmeless we burn,
in lifetime pantomine.
Like a heart lost in the rushes,
fading fast through our eyes.
Besieges in an embrace keen like pain
Staging all our repertory of grey…
Feeling so clean and clean….
I saw u wore in despire
And fill sharping greed,
with no shade to perceive
just soft tone parade.
From a nocturnal
Languor shine,
mould a whorely pity spurn.
From a lover deprived of love
Into a canvans of blame…
And pride is lowered
In index turn
In this slice of void
Envying the generosity of life
With the opium breed is just what remains us.
As you feel the twist in the shadow of a splintered heart
Through your closed eyes,
in the fear of oblivion
crippled by compassion,
eyes sore from frustration,
beliefs buckled under distortion,
in the echoes of a pumping heart
in the echoes of his shatered blame
Feeling so clean and clean….
