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 Nov 2017 Vulpes
Breach of Trust
The moon is casting,
Light upon the floor.
Where I lay waiting,
For the knock upon the door.

For men in suits,
With ******* boots,
Who will take me away for sure.

Because the moon is casting,
Light upon the blood stained floor.
Where I lay beside him grinning,
Beside my husbands corpse.
 Nov 2017 Vulpes
Jay Lewis
Take me back to that night,
where the lamppost was the only light in the sky.
Where you turned around and looked into my eyes, I held my breath and your lips met mine.

I felt you die in my arms that morning,
You left without any warning.
You left without a word,
You broke my wings so it would take me longer to walk away from the hurt.

It was your last chance.
And you left,
Without any regret.
I wish you held on,
I can never move on,
this for you is my swan song.

I'm Mourning you every day.
No one compares,
you were the one for me.
But I wasn't enough,
I've tried to become tough.
But his love wasn't strong enough to stay.
I wish you could see my pain.
I'm mourning you until my dying day.
 Nov 2017 Vulpes
I stumbled through the cold dark streets, the wind caressing
My bare, blue skin.
I am exhausted, barely standing as the ****** is near.
I kneel before a riveting sight - the gleams of the dim moonlight
Cast its rays upon a bed of flowers.
The pallid petals brush my skin as I gasp for air.

It is frozen.

A symphony plays - my final chords
The songs of the angels of oblivion
As they sing in unison
Their unspoken words.
The haunting melody of a soprano chills my fractured spine.

My head hurts.

In this artificial world of selfish habits.
Her intentions were laid bare.
Stinging sensations linger as she laid her eggs in my head.

Merely an empty shell of her former self
She cut the roots that held her in place.
Desperate struggles,
Unanswered screaming,
Crawling her way towards me.

This was merely a realm I created,
An illusion I cast as the rose-tinted vision turned grey.
There is no light where the sun never existed.

The eggs hatch as I lay writhing in pain
The once vivid flowerbed drowning in blood and tears
As a monster laid motionless in front of me.
Where the moonlight once cast its light on but a barren field.

It is inside of me.
 Nov 2017 Vulpes
A blanket so pure and soft
From the windows yender
And tiny droplets aloft
In manifold and splendor

Luscious silver droplets glisten
And puncture the frozen sand
The sparrows whisper, I listen
I indulge myself, coat in hand

The princess blooms to rise above
Her pale mantle remains unscathed
Perceiving the amber glow
In which her petals bathed

As mere buds scatter with the wind
As mere thoughts dwindle
As mere tufts gather on the hills
And spread over the shindles

And here I remain within the haven
Where I watch over the murky landscape
When the sun resolves, the pastel colours
Of glistening hope my locket holds
 Nov 2017 Vulpes
Tempo grave, sempre sospirando

An inner nocturne
When I am writing my own opus
The ink stains carress my hand
Crossed out lines, struck down

I am my own symphony
The sad tones of E flat minor
Paint the walls of this chamber a naive black
It creases the sheet music that I play

The resonating chamber within its thorny grasp
Keep my hands from playing
As the melancholic tones
Play their song on their own


The piano plays
I         yet

The piano GLEAMS

The piano SINGS
that    keeps    me

||: The piano LINGERS
From             choking

The piano SUFFERS
In an             eternal

The   p i a n o   SCREAMS :||
The   p i a n o   CHOKES
The   p i a n o   DIES
      p i a n o

Of              needles
and             thorns

D.S. Al fine, senza repetizione
[re-up cause something went wrong apparently]
Something I just had vent. Don't worry

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