The darkness envelopes me
yet I do not fear it
It plants black kisses
that bite my broken skin
and makes crimson honey
flow from these deep scars
creating a painting
on a white canvas
using blood
as his paint
yet not a single tear is shed
just some words
wetting the ground
with foolish thoughts
that make the bloomed flowers wilt...
The dark suddenly stops
and with its decaying hands
he starts to play with my thoughts
like a harp
made of ancient bones
creating a deadly tune
filled with grieving thoughts
and yet I still do not fear
for my friend Death is here
to keep me company
as the darkness
nourishes
on my soul
turning it to ash
(while the wind prepares
to take the remains
and feed it to
an unsuspected
passerby...)
Mt ( 8-6-2014)
A/N: tell me what you think... and should I remove the lines placed in parenthesis?
