sullen nirvana

droplets

Small, lithe drops
Flicker across half shut lids

Sullen memories fill
An ever more sullen void

The temporary bliss they had searched for
Had given them their fill til it swiped the stars from their eyes

The golden ichor on their tongues,
That tasted of sweet nirvana
Had grown sour
And their mind were once more opened to the truth

Drip.drop.drip.drop

The silence is just as deafening
As their frightened screams

Drop.drip.drip.drip

Swirls of twilight and celestial misgivings fill their gaze once more
Heads, upturned to morbid gods they once followed

Lambs to their wolfish Shepards

But, oh, how the
Minute droplets that stained their lips
Slipping down their
Aching faces

Til but the sun
Could no longer
Kiss their sorrows dry

These droplets
No longer the gold of a promised haven

But the bloodred
Of broken hearts