Marks and Scars engraved on brain
Voices and Voices, river overflowing
Till it bring flood of pain
The tree is dead and the branches tremble
The fruit is rotten, unseen but not forgotten
Deep in to the darkest water, the hands strangle the throat
Cut out the air but not the hope
And slowly the veins turn to fly
The stardust blooms and the body burst
The monster with words thrashes
And slowly the tide clashes
On the high mountain, he shivers
Ready to strangle but now there is no fear
As the body is gone and soul persists
The violin plays the harshest melody
And the cold bring warmth with so much tragedy
The words - harsh and sharp
Melts like glass
And the monster breathes its last
Before moulding into infinity
And losing itself only in
Echoes and echoes of the past
Ready to be ignored or forever haunt.
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