Death of Love

The sand under my feet

burning bright;

the sky a black-hole of Erebus,

not a soul,not a whisper,

a feast of jejune sight!

My eyes a collection of sadistic affairs,

my lips swollen like jelly-beans,

flesh in my limbs red with fire,

I look and long for deathly scenes!

Burning twigs light the world,

while black smoke lovingly embraces-

in hatred;

I stay awake-a moving carcass,

love,where are you? et tu dead?

Reviews

[Carlton Rolle]

love, where are you??? wow. It's a cool piece. I enjoy the depth of darkness and realism. The day would seem alive itself. As a living being of death. Strong words. :)