Drown your heart
In sea of salt,
Then ice it till
Its freezing cold

Wear a necklace
of your grief,
Strangling hard till
You can't speak

Drain your eyes
In a sack of rice,
Don't let moisture
Escape its cries

Fill your stomach
With emptiness,
An appetite
Of nothingness

Keep it up
You're almost there,
Your date with death
Is oh so near

Branches stretching out
reaching into the sky,
beside a carpet of dead leaves
stands a crooked trunk

like arms seeking forgiveness
bending over to the ground,
not even a dead crow dares
to perch atop this soulless husk

flowers surround the view
unmindful and innocent,
a painters palette, a bed
of sweet scented allure

it defies nature for this
beauty, this magnificence-
to exist blissfully alongside
all these colourful hues