If my soul made a noise..
It'd scream for release, depart..
Yet, sound like a Muzzle.
Porcelain hearts, broken apart
In your soul..
Shattering unfinished puzzles.
Do you believe..
In the afterlife?
Does death make you afraid..
Of yourself?
Breath..life..
What have you felt?
Satisfied?
The oracle lied.
Fade..black & white.
Let them melt,
Create grey,
Time's fabric shall twist & fray
Even if your hourglass
Contains hardened clay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Totally up my path man. Like the twisted imagery and word fragments. Good untrite write!