Wedding at The Obsequies
Endless Quest of Love
Life bears similarity to a stage
Wooden floor in dark matted color
Ever-changing decorations
Sometimes it’s a wedding
Sometimes it’s obsequies
And in the end
We bring a cake of seven floors
With white melted chocolate
Fresh picked juicy strawberries
And the lovely couple on top
A white-dressed blue-eyed little maiden
And a gent in a black suit of elegance
Holding hands forever after
But the cake is lost in colors gray
All around are stones of memory
All depressing soul-screams and tombs
What a scene and what momentum
All the lights bring bright to the scene
A wedding cake is lost similar to souls
Even grass is gray from rotten bodies
Even gray becomes the sky
The cake is melting in its own sadness
Feeling the screams like forgotten souls
Even the little gent is scared
Despite his mighty little suit
Even the little lady bursts into tears
As both are sinking, the melting cake
As broken as the promise
Bearing similarity to shattered glass
Simply cutting human flesh
Please do not reply, enjoy the well-crafted river
Of red wine, tears of salt, and bitterness of sorrow
The melted cake was nothing more than order
As it drips into the empty hole
Only sounds of a metallic coffin
Closing, haunting us to our core
With Love and Care,
Darian
