Terror of Pain

Words are decayed
Like  shedding  tears.
Spaces  are dead
As no one hears
The horrible scream
Of a dying dream.
Spirits have fears
To have been lost
In forgetfulness.
Time only costs
The pace of breath
For a safe place
Engulfing in death,
The memories crawl
Like the hungry worms
Brawl and sprawl
On rotten carcasses.
Disgust storms
The misery to erase.
Only remain
Doleful praise
Of unwanted pain.
            ____Azrael Pavel