Neon lights from the abstract art
Burn my sad, alabaster face.
All that starts with a beating heart
Ends with splinters of tranquil space.
Ashen threads of the bitter truth,
Worship songs in the flaming shrine.
Ugly scars, achromatic youth.
Blind codes on the fracture line.
Lunar dust blends with crimson blood.
Soothe my pain with your velvet voice.
Frozen waves of the coming flood
Fill my chest with the rightest choice.
The reflection of hollow view
Penetrates this bedraggled glove.
What am I if compared to you?
What is death if compared to love?
Melancholy
© Copyright: Диана Погорелова, 2021
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