The branches hung, leaves long since
vacant of there mooring.
All had wept like tears, but beyond
their holdings had become decomposed
words on the ground,.. "Death lies this,

But beyond, within the reaches of
exhaled breath, travelling further than
that which had expelled it,  fallen on the
ground of ill given recourse, open mouthed.

This lingering tomb of wooden effigies,
collecting fallen moments beneath their
husks of bark, only feeding on the fallen,
but never showing life, dull branches hang.

There is a path that is naked like a ******,
but this offering bled its curse within this
place, and everything is now exposed.
Feeding on those of frail thoughts,
who collect like berries crimson on the ground.

We are embers of the universe
          smouldering within existence.

Till we fade unto the finite weavings
                               of frail flames..

But we will always be somewhere,
                     Just not here...

you drank it all.
alone.

even though there's nothing left
in the bottle,
it is you that feels empty,
transparent,
frail,
like an eggshell that your mother found
in the chicken that your father killed,
that didn't have the chance of the frying pan at least.

you drank it all.
alone.
no Juliet around,
no Shakespeare
no talent,
no tale.

you drank it all.
alone.
no strippers,
no angels,
no thieves!

you drank it all.

some may call it
messianic delusion syndrome,
but I call it..
cheap Chardonnay.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bbz9rIxZJBw

Stupid girl.
Frail and weak.
How easily
you are swayed
by expectations
held so high
over your
*pretty
little
head.

To hide my wisdom,
To protect my freedom;
Foolishness to put on a veil,
Silence will prevail.

Through storms and rains,
Through sorrows and pains;
When all words fail,
Silence will prevail.

After treacherous lies,
After goodwill dies;
When my heart is frail,
Silence will prevail.