With death weaved in her hair she weeps;
With sorrows stitched in each lip she bleeds.
What woes quiver within her tender flesh?
What joys fester in relentless agony there?

The wicked sunset sheds
Impious light upon her pallid face.
She captures death in a glare
And I am cast into the
Ravenous arms of sorrow.

I must forsake my love for
Love's sake, not love for
Human heart, soul, nor flesh,
Yet a love black as hellish
Night. I flee in dread of her.

Now death, our virtuous mother,
Arrives in Stygian splendour.
Her head adorned with
Dead king's crowns.
I am lost in blissful woe.

A rose wilting under
The incessant lashings
Of the moon kisses
Her heart with black lips
And my soul is forever left
In the weeping dawn.

I, in sorrow forever live and swell.
A thousand pangs and more each hour.
Alone to wait and weep for misery's bell
And bleed in Hell's Stygian bower.

Marred by silence, marred alone,
Obsequies possessed and slighted.
Death in heart, death in home,
But, my love, redemption, sighted.

The beauteous Cherub, me heart adored,
From the arms of Nyx delivered;
My bliss forever with her restored
And from our love, death did slither.

In bower bright,
Young heart alight
In love and pain.
Drops of blood like rain
Fall perpetually from my heart
As I watch it break and fall apart.

Black is thy name.
Black is thy shroud.
If I were to open thee,
What shall be seen?


I can feel thy Black
Soul as I spread thy
Broken wings. I hear
Each hour chime thy


Dirge and call thy
Name. I shall spread
My shoulders' blades
And feel them rise


Against my tyrannical
Skin; as thou wouldst rise
In the charcoal heavens,
Perverting it with thy


Black flock; as The Morning Star
Rose against tyrant rule
So too shall my shoulders'
Blades against my suffocating


Skin. What shall we see if
They emancipated are, or
I, eviscerated? Shall I be
Black as thee beneath my


Flesh? My ribs, and hips,
Bones, and fingers now do
The same. My bruised flesh
Shall see not the day.

What shall we see when the
Rest of it falls away? A *****
Of bones that droningly cry,
As thou screech thy name?


I think I shall be like thee,
Black in heart and Black in
Blood. I am stillborn. I shall
No longer see the day.

Missing the nothing of the world
As I think there was still something wrong
Even though you walked away ,I waited for you day by day
But you never came again as the sun was just insane
In a world with just us two ;the only option is of being true .
But we’re not.
No us two, no you and I ,no together ,..no forever .

Yes ,you was. Yes I am.

I may dreamed of you .
You may dreamed of me .
,but there’s no worst of being you and me .

You taught  me a lesson  and that was the last thing we could make together .

We couldn't stay forever as you walked in to the heaven
You leaved me alone under the red sky that I  once owned being by your side .
You flied away and let me lay down behind the earth .
You looked back and realize all  the lies of the butterflies you have told .

Someone who doesn't mind my jokes
And enjoys cuddling,
Yearning for a way to not be lonely

Has a sense of humor
Is fun

A shadow of the love I once felt …for you ,
A symbol of our incurable love .
A scar remembering me of  how I loved you

A mark left behind ,a prove of our love,
That disappeared in the darkness of my soul.

That’s what you are now
An unremembered face with forgettable scars
Walking on the streets ,looking for your stars  
Asking for help while your demons has held
The nothing of the world that just melt .

Time heeled all wands you had made
In other words ,you’re just what I felt .(my faith)

With you the world was better ,without,
you just made it mattered.

Pencil biro typewriter days
have disappeared
along came this