Written Without a Pen

My heart speaks without words,
My soul sings without music,
My love, loves without kisses.
My pain bleeds without blood,
My sorrow cries without tears,
I live life without death.

My end isn’t death,
It can’t be told in words.
It only can be explained in tears.
My beginning isn’t accompanied by music.
The silent music comes with the love and blood.
My life has pain, love, hardship and kisses.

My love and affection isn’t only kisses,
It’s caring, understanding, and compassion that only ends after death,
My pain is a silent scream where the blood
Doesn’t flow, or is plentiful, its words
Are a cry in agony, like the devil’s music,
It’s so hard to hear, if I do I end up in tears.

My true sorrow doesn’t cry with tears.
Without, the torture lashes like death’s final kiss.
Death’s slimy, cold kiss comes with music.
A music only the devil can love, like pain loves death.
The lyrics aren’t words
We can understand, they’re words written in blood.

My pain flows like blood,
A river of tears.
Exposed to the open are my words
Of agonizing terror that connect to an unending death
Of all sorrow, then I will sing out in exhilarated music.

This exhilarated music
Will shine throughout humanity like the marital blood
On a couple’s sheets that sees no death.
The girl that became a woman laughs with tears,
Her lover and she sleep surrounded by an angel’s kiss.
Their passion requires no words.

True music of this world needs no words,
Love and blood both end in kisses.
Passion and death begin in tears.