Unforgiving Sky

If the sky should crumble and fall, And the fire should have dominion over my soul In the moment of my last gasp for air I wish to be painting the city of love in this notebook I have It’s like we’re colorless rose flowers, Magnificent but still can’t attract the bees to stay long enough, With no nectar nor bright petals to manifest my affection So...before I give my soul up to such an unforgiving sky, I wish to die with a paper and pen, Write one last poem to the angel of grief, For I am a wordsmith with no good to write The only body that refuses to burn in the crematorium...