Hanging in the twilight
of distorted sleepless dreams
slowly drowning in the lake
of burning fires and gloomy
skies over
dying stars
with each moonlight fading
the world is falling apart
restless… a choking of the neck

…ascending cries never ending
a deafening silence looms in the dark…

Crows feasting the flesh
hanging upon a dead willow tree
no peace but a void
of a transcending despair and
a struggle in each breath
yesterday’s a masterpiece
…blackened
emerging strife of a desire to live
lamenting of a withered
bloom…

And so it says
but never heard…