CEMETERY OF LOVE

When silent birds, because littered the sky,
From the ashes of those cigarettes that he was going to smoke;
Then don't repeat again:" never mind!"
Every untold word chipped plate.

The cemetery love to go to age until it stops -
Predestination favorites. Slug is a curse?
The memories of praying, he washed his tear icon
I wash my daily bloody swells.

The crown of thorns, not a sign of your insanity -
From the cut veins in convulsions and outbursts.
A broken rafter in the stove burning coal,
On the outbreak of rabies in the tower suffering chained.

Will pass...everything passes, so salty drips melancholy.
Was, say, the spoken word still first?
Love... though ripped to shreds, a lot of abuse
To spread the soul, and despair screams in... top.