Eternal Speech

Tis cancer that be my cure.
These engulfing thoughts to delude reality.
Fall from my cheek you bitter emotion.
Stain the floor my soul decays on.


Life in all its glory bestows naught.
As whispers from  death echoes such promise.
Such deafening beauty holds demise  n’all its gloom.
Soliloquy sung by angels not present.

Hold my hand in solitude oh Darkness.
From misconstrued justice deem  me unbecoming.
For madness sought to reason being.
And to such damnation purify by rot.

And with tear filled baskets.
Cleanse me of this life.