the world consists of
inaudible thoughts
of motionless bodies
and quivering lips
of nights when the universe
collapses
Souls blend together
and people call sorrow
Beauty
Of days that kill tears
And give birth to palaces of impossible dreams
of moments when people scream
and break each other
of moments when someone
puts a smile on someone's face
and then paints it over
into loneliness
of cold wounds
when everyone is disappointed in something
that dew has turned to diamonds
and your words into lies
from blue eyes
that make these verses come to life
embedded in many of those
dead lips
