Amne Damne'e

Like a candle,

My wick burns slow,

As it flame moribunds,

And flickers out ,

The wisps of grey smoke

 rise off .

Light dimmed,

Ink on paper ,

 emotions cooped up

I snivel,

Shadows cast,

A grey world.

 melting wax,

 a reflection of my heart

 Underneath the mask,

 That conceals my true self,

 Incessant aching within my soul,

An empty house I'm left,

Insipid and lethargic.

As a withered rose ,

Petals dried and brown,

I do not bloom,

doomed,

All fades,

Like the fair flow’r disheveled in the wind.

 My hand intrinsic fulminate with vile,

  I sink into oblivion,

 Staining the white pages,

 To spew the venom deep within,

That is preying on my memory like vermin.

The world recedes,

I hear whispers,

Struck into silence,

Words that do not blur,

Words that last,

Let it tell the story,

Of the voiceless,

My soul transitions,

For paper and ink is not enough.