Sunday, August 2, 2015

Requiem

Imprinted in white and black
My colorless botheration upon that
Aloof wooden platform burnt down
Leaving us a transcendent stage
To perform our dusty soul dance
Rising upon these earthy temptations 
Are you and me, writhing and lamenting
For what could have been
Therapeutic lust of wishful thinking.

Water so blue, hidden in you it flows
drowning all my cards away
Now which one should I play?
Deformed desires carving deep
Few new questions, seeping in
Is the ink etched on your scars
so deeply hidden behind a fence.

Distant echoes of my calls
To this life secretly built
Nothing will suffice now
So lets slow dance and burn together
Waiting for the dying sun
Another night of busted wishes
All alone in all of the crumpled walls
Holding hands of whims dying
Along with us.