A black hole rips in the face of external peace
Shadows amount, binds in sync to create darkness
Angels weep so colossal, soundless, they do not cease…
Detached souls carry the dismay of defeat
Bowing down to the master, who is in bliss?
Prince of lament, and ruler of disengaging
Is non other than death's keys.
Silent creeps and captures away children's mirror images
By one whose warmth is no more, replaced by coldness
Tender arms to hold carriage, is cut by autopsy cages
Soothing words are no more...audacity of death’s boldness!
Drowned in the wailing of tears
Dream land forsaken by nightmare on sadness creeps
Who dare wills to tuck me into bed…Without dread
Fear of what haunted reeks
God of fertility
Blessed upon thee
Cursed by sin’s inherity
Of the sins of first ancestry
A lament to a mother
Who lies in death’s chamber
Wrapped by a blanket of tears
Teardrops…coveting to soar away
From death’s sneer.
