Dark Haikus and Tenkus

a heavenly voice whispers from within my wrist I carve to hear it unfathomable she has chosen to be mine out of our passion a child is created my son is born dead the portrait of love has become a charred picture the colors have dimmed as her life withers my agony flourishes my black heart decays the angel of death has come to take me away two destinations to which one shall I be sent I fear the outcome when she shows her face angels hang their heads in shame men fall to their knees ethereal loveliness she'll never want me I purchase a gun then take it back to my home and load one bullet why won't she depart she exists in the blackness when I close my eyes when it rains fire Christian priests take shahada belief is fragile I weep from her death too beautiful for this world even for Heaven