Withered: Mary Poem by Adrian Jascha Tetzlaff

Mary, Mary why liaise in such silence
Have left me long, in uncertainty
Endless dreams would not leave me in silence
When I thought I lost, everything that was meant for me

A serpens bite, poisonous like aconite,
Can you give my life meaning again
A prisoners granted with a small piece of delight
The message, written by your hands

Gripped by madness and urge
I run to, I run to the place where a cleavage reversed one to two
The old man death, as the devilish lips moved closer and the pale tree started again to bloom

The seducer never felt closer and further away from me
Can you bring my heart's agony in silence?
Even if the world is defined as formless, we call it humanity
In the end, sometimes you're the loudest when you proceed being silent.