.....

The traditional demise-sudden outcries,

Upon colorless world, forever they lay,

I realize,life has become -

Sea of dry bones and dirt of sweat.

Final moments carnal-wind blows over,

Incessant graveyard stretch so far-

Hope's silent song so threatening,

Manifestation of nothingness.

My eyes cast down to wishes of dust,

I wish to sleep- but never to dream.

One day,here- I will lay,

Embrace the cold stone of my black tomb.