The Crowd

The Crowd

A quietus has been served,

Moirai has spoken of her will.

I run away from her,

As fast as my trembling feet can.

I reach to where they sell,

Souls for a lifetime of wine.

My caducity is boundless.

My crime, to love, beyond my estate.
A silence is what I search for,
A corner of loneliness.
There is no room for me,
Many like me occupy them.
I see a herd of souls.
I walk into it.
They moan, they cry.
Holding their bleeding hearts in their hands.
I sit in the middle of it, the crowd.
I wish for this torment to end,
A song of embrace I long to hear.
In its lamentations is a hollow silence.
With my eyes closed, my head in my knees,
I think of her.
If only I could have,
But now I am a part of something.
A strange void, where wails resonate,
Through the ears to the bosom.
It creeps like a ubiquitous fog,
Sealing itself onto my being,
Making me vacuous of my World!

River Of Her

River Of Her

A river cuts through the vegetation,

With her curves and bends.

Enchanted, in awe am I,

She flows calmly, majestically!

Form ages have I wanted to swim in her,

The waters of love and life.

To feast myself in her,

To quench my thirst, to breathe again.

It is the river of her, I dive in.

The piranha of her rejection eat me alive!

She tosses me onto her boulders,

Then spits me out at her next bend.

Helpless, lifeless, I cling onto her banks,

To the roots of the trees beside her.

They whisper to me,

"Watch her you can, drink from her you may,

Indulge in her not, you imbecile,

For once we did, we suffered the same fate,

We decayed on her banks and stayed!

Stay we shall, till time withers us away,

Or she abandons us for a new course!"