To feel through words…
A white table, AdornedBy red roses.And two wine glasses,By a chamber stick.The scent of roses,Choked the air around,As it's petals veiled thorns,Who hushed a familiar pain.As the melancholy of love,Reverberated behind closed doors,The table cloth turned redDrenched in a lady's blood.
Tied up in unseen chains,Under this waning moon,With the deserted, dry winds,Where did my tears drift? My lips - dry, chapped, bleedingBut a heart is injured, deep.Where to carry this burden to?Screams, tears, blood.... I am the music, I am the howl,That pierced through silent nights.I am the wine, I am the blood,Of the grails... Continue Reading →
My Verse World 