Unanswered premonition

A failing emptiness
Of worthless, unjustified perfection
The small outlined silhouette
Of faultless, defenceless protection
A circling shade of ashen
Showing the deepest part
A roses beauty is purely in the eye
Death lives inside, inside the heart
A slight crooked smile
Broken in an invisible way
The silent and fulfilled voice
Hoping for the light to shade
A twisted staunch of olive
Almost…confused
Almost…hushed
Already gone, already used
Questions are asked
For the never arriving tomorrow
Questions are answered
Only bringing the sorrow