Sunday, June 20, 2010

Hymn 1.22

Ragged dolls speak no more of redemption
Nor of love
That left its mark, etched on the soul
For eternities while shadows heave
Upon my closed eyes
That eternal silence of yours tears me apart
And closed chambers locked within buried grounds
Carry within them the arc of nebulae
Serpentine glances mean nothing
And also not the riches i possess
Flames sputter as i dissolve in your
World of nothingness.

Wrote this one years back on a back of an envelope, posting it now because a friend unearthed it recently.