I refuse to give in.
Gagged like human sacrifice,
the face of defiance-
clings onto the dark stains
of bright moon.

There was no bond on
caressing. The vigil wouldn't
end after smashing the
lamps to invoke the darkness.

There was a day, when
you laughed over the spitting
of rosy wounds. The
psyche could alter the moods.

When you are alone in
the dusk, I will pledge a
fire in night, past human's
singed pride.

In the rose buds, you
can find ethereal memories
of uncommitted sins.