Lives and Leftovers

When the proximity is through,
Creeping along the syllables of seclusion,
When fables bear the blasphemies,
A memoir bleeding the words,
Limits unsur'mounted and the lies,
Seeking a soul,
Refuting realities,
And the solitudes tell the stories,
Shed the tears now princess,
The forsaken ones never care,
Winds when carried the rhythm to make you sing,
Did you care…?
Did you know?
Lives thrived on leftovers left by you.

The Day That Never Comes

Tomorrow I’ll feel the warmth,
Tomorrow I’ll dream,
Walk a straight line,
Answer myself,
Tomorrow I’ll untie me.
Pulling from Gorgoroth,
Facing avalanches of screams,
Burn the parchments of elegies,
Slaying the demons,
I will escape the cursed proximity.
To face, to live, to the uncertainty,
I’ll play the damned again,
Re-enact the part raped from me,
“Encore!”
“Encore!”
“Encore!”
I can’t sleep again to dream…
My apologies,
Tomorrow I’m not free.

Sacrifice

Unfurled wings for years,
Unfaithful unfurled wings…chained to the bones,
Unsaid, dreaded, caged in pretence of a glee,
Alongside life is the una’ttuned me.
Face the words unsurmounted and don’t cry,
Oh the joys, oh the ravaging smile,
Let the smile pervade in my denial,
I cut me in half hereby…