Deceit

Care to whisper? Care to cry? This heart is incapacitate, hollow and dry A thousand wishes, flew like feathers Beyond this brood canvas sky Be you mine and I shall sing A lullaby of charm tingling Beneath the old forgotten tree Wistful dream of sugar-coated lies Endowed with soft persuasive banter How did you reach me with skillful silence? Rob my face from underneath my feet Kill me with tender illicit glimpse Unknown by many, but heart to heart alone Bending binds that entangles in faith Breeding rage, feeding vengeance The candle that is lit flickers in shiver Fearing its abominable end, dauntingly premature It will never come, this heart insists Alas, no one can be sure if the virus persists Heaving in parasitical overture, spreading with nonchalant defiance Feasting upon vision of triumph, where one that burns, Burns no more What is left then, my dear? Just you and me, in this abysmal silence A cavernous gap nonetheless, preaching baseless Beauty, radiating shades of elusive splendour What is left for you, me…?