Loneliness
Begins At Dawn
Her tears had turn the ground into a swamp,
Her tears had turn the ground into a swamp,
This maiden of sorrow, the story of her heart
is about to be told:
She believe the lies, the words once
promised
Betray and treason for survivor, like the
rats that dwells for the last bite,
Those scars on her arms, the blood drain in
vain,
As she weeps into the cosmos, thus tears
turned into the stars soon to burn,
Like the stains in a self-portrait, her
life in a mirror was reflected,
The script of her tombstone remains empty,
just as her last verses are soon to be expected...
The words exhales into the air were naive,
angry, hollow and truth
A deal with the grim reaper, with his
scythe her soul soon to be reborn,
A lonely corpse decaying, the worms feast
on that shattered heart,
Her former lover founds the tombstone, his
face reflects the guilt
A heartless bastard whore, buried between
swamped leeches
A black widow wrath never to be tempted, but
once its awake,
Her soul sails through the fog, reaching
an island with orchids planted
Each orchid represents the rotten heart
of everyone who loved her,
The smell of death flows all around
there, with a bit of essence such as sorrow, depression, regret, evil, aggression,
lust and madness,
A feeling of a routine desolation haunts
her, by being loved & betrayed over and over again,
She always carries a piece of heart from
his last fiancée, a frozen and kind of crystallized seed like amulet which carries
next to her chest,
Takes it with both hands and places it in
a hole, then covers it with soil the let fall some drops of tears and blood to
wet the soil and wait for the light in the dawn.
They are growing beautifully, so
colourful, representing what she felt for that bloom shattered heart, then she
looks up, and a garden full of orchid flower with beautiful colours and smells,
that brought happiness to her,
But then, no man has ever steeped into
this orchid’s garden with his heart completed, as well as she when she tried to
love again...
