Whispers of silence
Fall inside this
Endless darkness,
Where once there was
A heart,
And wisdom
Lit by thousands
Of burning candles.
Under the moonlight
The room seems
Dark and old and grey.
Suffocates and bleeds
Through the freshly
Painted enclosing walls,
Embracing the shout
Of a dying soul.
With the softest move
The caressing breeze
Of ending stole your
Picture off the wall
And left my numb
Eyes staring
As it dissappears
On the mothering arms.
My legs are heavy
The body's aching.
The sky breakes through
The open window
Inchaining me to emptiness,
Cradles me into
The deepest sleep
With a lullaby.
Images dancing
On the white curtain.
The dance of sorrow
The dance of grief.
Frozen on my face
For billion years
Emotionless lines
Of existence.
And the shades keep
Moving and dancing
In the halflight
To this lonely viewer.
Neverending scene
Of brilliance and
Gentle slithering,
Like time in my blood.
Tears are flowing
Down the wall
Filling up this space
Bit by bit.
The scream of
The shades
Stare into my mind
As hundred knives.
All in a glance
The sweet theatre
Fades into the
Darkness of the sky.
And my eyes glazed
In immortality,
Begin to pray
For my eternity in pain.
