WORDS

Voices spoke feeding empty conversations,
As the winds fingered my nightmares longingly.
Love abandoned an empty corpse,
To set the sands of time on fire.
Rage grew to fiery heights,
Consuming everything that willed to succumb.
Fingers fiddled with the spine of reason,
Searching for bones to crumble.
And behind the doors awaits eternity,
With all its wares put to display.
Raising pitch mortality yodelled,
Asking questions to a muted world.
And words fell from suppressed corners,
Unclothed and free of pretensions.