What is a graveyard for the ones who never truly lived?
What is a graveyard for the ones who never learned how to forgive?
What is a graveyard… but a pile of mud and bones
Warmed by the sun,
Frozen by the wind and rain,
Guarded by the moon and stars,
Frozen ivory weeping for eternity under the ground…
Never to be told…
Stories of people who have dreamed and loved,
Stories of people who endured and fought with all their heart…
Fairytales and nightmares,
Swirling in the dark,
Buried deep under the sins of humans,
Phantoms of a world that had once been, but fell apart.
I never forgive
And I never forget
The words you said are set in stone
Never to be erased
Or burnt by the fiery gust of foehn,
Never to be gone.
Scelgo il dolore di un amore che non corrisposto?
Scelgo la tristezza di un cuore spezzato,
No, non posso resistere cui,
Non voglio perdermi nei questi bui
Non voglio perdere la mia anima,
Né tantomeno la virtù.
Scegli il cuore!
Scegli il rischio!
Scegli il fiore!
Prima del momento in cui il tuo essere
Oh, how tragically beautiful shine the crimson beams of ardent light, the sun fading away on the horizon, sinking deep under the sea, under the weight of the forthcoming night. The madness in his eyes gleams in the holy luminescence of the moon, reflecting silver rays of lost souls and their doom. He caresses the sand, the water and the waves, the black top-hat on his head obscuring his gaze as pristine teeth glisten in a wicked smirk. Her shadow lays before his eyes clad in the white gown of the gods, sticking to the soft, smooth canvas of her skin, painted with the stains of sinful blood. He laughs… a hollow laugh it seems to be, yet the smile on his face and the pain do contradict in the same way their happiness, their rage and toxic love did before they hid. He glances at his hands, smeared with scarlet liquid as it drips on sand, the beating heart rests at his feet. The madness illumes again, along with its faint beats. He crushes the frail thing right then, with no damn thought, the lifeless body of his maiden dissipating to the stars, welcoming the ichor of divinity as he is left alone once more, with all ghosts of the past, his madness and her murdered scorn.
Stare vexingly right through each other,
The acrid stench of burning flesh
Clinging to the charcoal smother,
As caustic surfaces of ash and embers crackle,
Chortling, singing sniggers to the gun they cradle.
One step, two steps,
They’re circling each other,
Those soulless eyes
Twinkling, dancing with a shadow,
Fingers reaching for the lighter,
Trembling, pulling the harsh trigger,
The cigars of a bygone life begin to shatter,
As soulless eyes
Continue staring at each other.
Soft vapors of smoke cloud my heart and eyes,
A lonely tear, a grievous sigh,
As sparks of light start littering the sky…
Small bursts of fire, miles away,
I stare, inhale, exhale, and wail,
You left, I hushed,
Fleetingly, painfully, withering away.
The shy moon glows,
The embers float,
The silver light turns grey the noxious smoke…
Five cigarettes have burned,
Five tales of love,
Five poems for the scorned,
The ones like me,
The ones who don’t know how to pray,
The ones who never know
How to love
Or what to say.