Hearteater: Heart Pt.3 Poem by Adrian Jascha Tetzlaff

Dead body found after two days,
the corpse gripped harshly the last letters which remained.

The letter presented what brought it to this case,
as the lose of someone was, were the plague found it's place.

Eyeless, blindfolded thoughts ubiquitous,
no glimpse of light in this slaughtered room.

Black entity stands near the body, his hands crept on a hole.
A depressing sight of someone that was defined with humanity.

Could this be a requiem of some ones restless dreams.
Could this be someone's heart pitched black in eternity.

A lost place, build like a church,
there is nothing, everything emerged.
As a dead end, as a closed hallway,
was all we ever searched.
This man's body completely humiliated, disturbed.

Ash swirling around me,
the demolished construction rots.
Even the decay comes to an end,
only a matter of time.
Such a sorrowful view, the scenario, a depression kept in thoughts.

I wonder who will take his place this time.

Things are not like they used to be,
a pressure that had so much meaning to me.
Emptiness is building fear,
Eliasa crucified here.

The world unforgiven, as my stomach fills with disgust.
A child's corpse, burn marks,
he was lost by the thought of trust.

Apathy brought him the furthers away from heavens gate,
just look at the mess he created here.
Covered in lies for his own sake,
acid burning his chin, strips of a tear.

A manifestation himself decided,
thoughts of giving away glee.
His own thoughts for others divided,
what could go wrong with this heartful treats?

In the end everything is brought back to tearing luminescence.
His closed one's saw trough him only settled pestilence.

As this all is just kept in blasphemy,
merely he could be fought.
I felt some ones hand, flesh of me,
merely you could be caught.

Denial of everything you were, I won't become.
Death of seven crows, picking eyes out of graves mires.
Hold my sanity covered in a box, go on!
Death of everything I were, Ivn (Iven) known being bias.