The night has its horrors

 

Yearning clarity, peace, light

 

Wear me with tremors

 

Fallen Angel weighs me cross.

 

 

The wind passes through my being

 

Imaginary body , ghost wandering

 

Banshee try to forget …

 

Time is the enemy , not to forgive.

 

 

Black clouds over head

 

Yesterday was Tuesday , a day …

 

Nightmares let me averse to

 

Human Rags , nothing is created .

 

 

The poetry left me for months

 

Without leaving me a word

 

Departed as other times

 

The silence makes me macabre .

 

 

Without having that mouth to say love

 

My lips are pale

 

For his kiss gave me force

 

Kept that flower in haughtiness

 

 

What do I do with our garden ?

 

Weeds everywhere

 

They killed  what’s good in me

 

I smile to remember my name : Scarlet !

 

 

Nothing but a black rose

 

Pattern the curtain of my eyes

 

I see no paths , nothing is added

 

The decomposition of our home

 

 

I know that not go again

 

Only the grave will wait for me

 

Holy Cross  and follow me

 

This nefarious pain of loving !