Weeping winds, gothic gusts
Overfilled pots refusing to puke out the rain
-stumbling vines, suffocating trees
Obsolete stones clothed in moss
Bygone leaves carpeting their beds

They; the lovers and the liars-
the rulers who swam in lakes of hope
They; the killers and the goners-
the dreamers who carved their own skies

velvet robes embracing their carcasses
vanishing bones stained with drying flesh
-rotting pearls, chocking gold
Wounded wooden skies coughing in dust
musical silence, uninvited mourners

So lovely do they hum,
     yet every leaf shivers.
So silent does she come,
     yet every dying hears.
So high do they soar,
     yet caged with dirt.
So loud does she roar,
     yet never heard.

Hissing hearts, venomous veins
Seductive starvation of ever shrinking skin
-calm storms, empty floods
Succumb souls clothed in charming chains
beaten masquerade guarding your soul

You; the painter and the poet-
the coal that blooms in pools of blood
You; the warrior and the war-
the saint who seeks his shadowed deeds

Devouring dress, scarlet bones
thirsty parchment imprisoned in sea
-whistling rain, blushing sun
Another day falls over the insipid pile
Dreamy night dissolves in sleepy day.

So when she crawls up to me,
don't shout out loud, let me hear her song
I need no tears, save them for your late-night prayers
I need no help, let me go for once.
So when I go still,
let me hold my hands, let me cross my feet
I need no flowers, let them live some more for me
I need no masks, let me frown for once.
So when I'm one in the earth,
let me spread my wings, let me take a flight
I need no name on stone, save it for the good you do
I need no visits, let me alone for once.

My anxious blood has come to a final rest.