Burning bridges scream serenades
to apathetic ghosts.
Stabbing quills into dry veins
to leach one more unfelt tear
onto sympathetic shoulders,
spilling secrets to mix amongst
turned earth and plastic flowers;
rotted wood falls apart again.
Melodies not nearly macabre enough
fall though a thousand kneeling sinners
praying for sorrow unbound
to tell fictional fantasies
their stitched up tongues can't weave,
when they've swallowed so many
eulogies of whispers forgotten.
Revulsion on the lips
for flat marionettes,
with murderous masters
and unconcerned eyes,
as they go through the disgusting
motions of desecrating the memory.
Gold trophy winner
Silver trophy winner
Adding your comment:
