Love Longest Malice

Love for months now, we have malice
but my soul misses the splendor of her
when her eyes radiant upon my canvass
so does the moon that once
dreamt upon the gloom
seems the moment does not want to be bothered
and all I do is splurge time with myself
dreams hardly stops by my house anymore

On my cot, I would hum choruses of thoughts
that sweetly sung notes of affection
loveliness would
perch in my essence
wall of still and divan of Jesus  when
I lay upon its console
and trance of bliss

What is the meaning of life
a drain sinister canvass
I've heard it is to wonder
but I have wondered and
I've seen the same
woe woe woe and
more
am I living to sought for more

like stars the cometh in the night
must love come in my darkened hour?
Or is this love that out lights the dim
In this mentality of reality

who am I in this
fairylike prison
"You sent the wrong man
to jail!"
innocent!

I fogot that this world have
blind ears
or is my own close-friends ears
rotting
I've already planted my tomb
in this graveyard
my years became tombs
as my mind becomes a graveyard
and each year become a dead man

How many men do I have left
in this home or fleash?