Deceit

Written by: Jagang Sukma

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…?