Requiem

A disenchanted mind, scattered, like autumn leaves swirling A vagueness of memory; the doors locked to a mystery Dreams forever lost in a permanent dusk A knowledge extinguished, as the fires we worshipped dismember An amputation of the grief, like a mutilated immortality Consummating those captive images of your face A solitude we inhale so slowly; breathing in the quiet night air The wind swirling to clench your indiscretions Dislocating an embrace of your affinity A comfort in a bed of thorns, ready to rip the skin a flesh An abated prolonging for the palpitations in your touch Mutilated ripples opening to an unknown eternity Free from sin... Requiem?