Graveyard
Graveyard
The silhouettes of your treachery
Inch towards me every second,
Along the cascading lies,
But I'm too blinded by this fallacy,
And perhaps
Too sober to see through it.
Screams seem to be seized
on the tip of my tongue,
Only the perfect decibel
Of the mellifluous symphony
Of the bracing winds
Fissured the silence of the night
As the skies wept over it.
And when the moon is shrouded
In the murky clouds again
I descend back into my grave
Of despondency.