The softness of her skin
Withering, withering
Drinking the ink from her pen
Afraid then,
But braver now.
How much will she allow?
When sacred vow
Turns conscience hollow
A ghastly sigh lets out
A breeze, a dream, a cloud
Tip toeing through foggy shroud
Forgotten tombstone
Mossy ground
Memories of hungry ghosts
Latching on to silent hosts
Come close, come close
I’ll whisper in your ear
What you fear
Is drawing ever near.
I’m here, and I hear
Shivering, withering
Regretful and ashamed
Perpetrator blamed
Perpetually insane
Perpetually in pain
We claim
To know those
We had close
To overdose on
Cold prose
To wallow in
My poetry
A symphony of
Sympathy
I’m searching for your
Heartfelt lies
I’m looking for an alibi
Oh come my angel,
Don’t be shy
A way, a how, a try.