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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required h e a r this h e a r t … as hurt hangs low with cursed fidelity of fame-lit fakeness, attached to expectations ~ as wraith-leaves coil around my neck, under the veil of mockingbirds, wearing a cape of blames and futile boldness, caught up in the hypocritic hisses, where life is tangled in a sprawling spool of moon-moths ~ dwindling in dreamless desires where materialistic monks lilt away in fatal laughs, and your crimes remain lethal, mummified like a feather-dressed devil, taming the loyalty that laments without the lustre of Lucifer in calcified flames … lifeless … I lurk ~ in the estuary of dyslexic dialects running across those spinal clusters ~ stemming aimlessly, from the kryptonite backbone of kohl-kissed sky, these headless accusations cannot kill me with the haunt of telepathic terror, because, I am massacred till the apocalypse of ashes, pressed between barbaric petals of sunset sapiens and sea-smiths, one amongst the awakened dead , feasted upon and forgotten ~ by those opportunistic omen-keepers roaring in the carcasses of vivacious vultures … some skeletons do not weep waning fossils ~ within fondescent tombs, rather, they metamorphose into a twilight- tipped tree , bearing the burden of unblossomed spirits who refuse to let go ~ of their delusional weightlessness, as they remain a shackled souvenir of satanic inflictions, that the reaper could not obliviate. so, you cannot set me aflame with aries eyes, for, there … uprooted, I am the Madonna , the skull of a hopeless sorceress left abandoned , as an obsidian oasis of the femme fatale, shipwrecked in your deserted heart … for, this horizon is nothing, but a vessel of venom, a framework made of bones and stardust frost ~ where poets perish pulse by pulse , and souls lurk in osteoporotic caves, like ticking grenades in the monet of time … " but I wish, if only my satanic tears could be touched by painless paint ~ unafraid to the horror , of the artist's frozen eternity … " *** Inspired by the artwork ~ Ghosts on a Tree, by Franz Sedlacek, 1933.
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