Sleuth of Sorrows

The lonely shadow aside from the worldly poles Wrenching like an unhidden find to hold And the horrible ink of dreadful poison swiftly mold Eyes were injurious red like a bleeding bed Thoughts of frightful threads wrap and rashly roll the clutching traps Shadow envelopes like a black door Tears were tip and tapped one after more Shadow of shades deeply shallows Only the gist of suffering and melting melodies Are fluttering over the sleuth of emotion God knows the happening in cores of motion Sometimes, a burial bleed on the surface Lips bewail like a snubbing scroll And silence echoes in the cavernous hell All Alone in the stiff stage of sicks to bell.