My heart cries
The cries hurt
My beloved love gone
Love buried down and deep
Six inch never to bloom.
Once a lovely vase
Beautiful and fascinating
Till knocked down
By a ravaging missile
Missile with a burning heart
Ready to famish full family.
Deep inside my heart weeps
It is shattered
Broken and separated
Tattered
I wish for someone to mend it …
I hope a Guardian Angel will come along
One day
One century
Just to comfort my bleeding soul
Blood of tears.
Fast and furious she will come
A walking succubus you may call
Ready to ******
And drop you to dying hell
She will expound the pleasure
But later suppress your life
Then isolates and disappears
Moves on to another miserable soul.
My heart cries
It hurts indeed!
Bitter like gall.
She continues her profession
Capturing my loved ones
Bruising my life
Oh Dear!

August 26, 2015