I hear
her screams
of loneliness
loveβ
Faint and distant
but caught
in storm.
Venus cries softly,
Like two lovely dovesβ
Yet her voice
torn between
the dust of
abandon hell
and the
fallen silent stars
dancing across
the midnight skies,
where it shines
her beautiful scars.
I hear
Venus screamsβ
Her tears drop
like rain,
fear consume
Venusβs mind.
Her storms howl
louder than
Zeusβs thunderβ
Yet left unchanged,
unheard.
Her heart,
still freshβ
Yet her soul,
almost left
for dead.
I hear her screams.
Venus burnsβ
Still, she waits...