Silence Will Replace Love

I die meekly

as I look at your stolen time.

I die without regret

that silence will replace love.

I am leaving

despite empty memories.

I am dying against words

that love their unnamed nature.

Your touch is white.

A stolen wind blows over you

like a scarlet shroud.

I cover myself with your green gaze,

I cover myself with my lips

that do not bring hope.

The world still cannot stop

to look at me straight into my soul.

A hideous night,

stripped of the stars,

begs for mercy.

A hastily invented complaint

does not bring relief,

it does not satisfy a scream.

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[jacob erin-cilberto]

"dying against words"
I will lean on them until the end...
and there will be no scream.
Life's done me okay...

j.