crippled schism

entangled blossoms shed their tears
the withering autumn brings another victim
from the jaws of death
go forth – give your nothingness to the bleeding clouds
feed your bleak instincts to their gaping wounds
everything I fought for becomes
undone
there was one single verse
which I repeated over and over
under the bed of a dying virgin
every single breath was a cloud of vermin
that lay in slumbering hope
decaying
from here on goes the legion
to infest another blistering sanction
fallen stars carve their names into my tomb
invite them, reject them
revel in a swamp of dreams
everything I fought for becomes
undone



© T. Fourie