from your pen
bleeds thousands
and thousands
of tragedies
the cries of people
in a surrender
against your hands
the screams of
devastation
incredibly rotten
plans to burn
the world
from your mouth
came whispers
that start
tornadoes and
earthquakes
heartbreaks
funerals
they all flow
and there is no
comma
nor fullstops

epilogue:
*one day, i heard you laughing and saying that funerals are the real fun.