I don't hear anything
From the dead
Could their love be over?
Destroyed and done
Could they be cold
In their heart?
And rejecting
In their spirit
Why wailing over
The outside world
When it's inside
That makes it bliss
Hail the youth
For their whorish love
They are not heavenly
Wedding material
But only roses that sting
For a short time
Before falling down
Aged and worn out
I'm waiting for the sign
Of a new world to come
Not a dark illusion
Of everlasting life
Needle my coffin
Before it happens
And get in yours
Forever and ever
© GdJ