I long to rid my soul
Of sickening screams of sorrow.
But senseless silence stalks and snarls
As longings long to quarrel.
Watching stars fiercely fade
I fondle dreams in fields of flames.
But frowns of foes frighten fruits
And fruitless hopes remain the same.
Gobbled up by greedy giants
That gather and garnish gazing grounds.
Guided by glares and grins of grief
Into a grave of gruesome sounds.
I sleep in dungeon of dreadful deeds
That feed off drops of darkened tears.
Dressed in dread and desired death
Deserving doom deepens fears.
