He’s pale flesh, corrodes away…
A morbid stare
To he’s stagnant daze.
Black filled eyes, and painted cries.
Chapped locked lips,
To a faded kiss….
Trapped,
He was inside the box,
Memories dug deep
For he’s nails engraved.
Depraved he yearned
For a second chance….
To breathe,
Deceived …
Once a man,
Half the foe.
Life was taken,
For reasons unknown.
Swept away,
One darkened day.
Now he’s lies,
All alone…
Left with only,
Cask and bones…
~To die,
He cried....
While buried alive…. ~
~Empath~
Reminds me of a Smiths song, first line 'Oh Mother I can feel the soil slipping over my head'..... very dark poem you wrote here EiP. Your forte it seems! HG; -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree. Good work: -)