They did the dying before they’re dead
Covered in rags, nailed to the coffin!
Forgotten slow but sure, as livings tears shed
Will they ever matter? In that lonely, on..going..on
In burial of the silence, that lonely
What values are sure? ..are right!
When in pale-yellow of decay regresses body (with death of the mind)
With finality from sweet-vain life, without opportune of a goodbye
Is worth be my ego? or anyone’s else!
As dark agony grips with unearthly leashes
the core every mortal believes in, that very ego! ever since..
Illusions as of whimsical desires ruled, the mind weak
Entangled…viselike
Away..
Towards that lonely..
By that lonely..
and dark silence
forever..
and dark silence
forever..
