My mind starts to stop
My pupils begin to dilate
I can't state as it begin to create
Thy emotion of loudest pain
I can't hear even in this pace
Where my eyes start to cry in daze
silent tears holds a trace
Thy heart cries the loudest frail.
I'm in this fragile bottle dungeon prisoned of nourishment
This has been held broken, thy black rose
Falling petals of cross in fire
Thus this silent tears holds the infinite pain
I can't let you see me again in that frame.
Little prince, don't look at me again
I'm this rose lost in fire hold the loudest pain.
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The Silent Whisper
PoesíaPoems from my dearest heart, mind and soul and my hands of fire.