Forgottenflowerny

Green only green and white, The fermented light Does slurry forth onto the mound, Indenting still with heavy, Mottled presence, Some bleary image in mine eyes. Those eyes, An aimless trance their crypt, Vague dove-dragged visions crumble, Beneath some other's piercing glance. Death to hope For when the dust has fallen, My mind magnifies no great magnificence, I fade Like others, like us, like them, Dropping drab and pallid onto the dust, Muffling my gentle collapse, Of heart and hand laid down eternal, Like every other ounce of flesh. The ripened hue does disintegrate, Chilled cheek to green, Only green and white.

Ringing is set off, When all that's heard is silence, Bells begin to toll within You wonder if it's real Bird calls do not sound, The world is dead? You wonder, And yet you hear the floorboards creak, Voices merge beneath the stairs You can still hear it, The silence, And you wonder if you're real.