InkBoy's blog: "CemetarySoundPoetry"

Empath Of Image

And there You stood

A Beacon

A Mirror

An Effigy

of
wicked broken
stars you
have one handedly
plucked
from an amber Moone
sky

The reeling and
screaming
nurtures
the
sutures
within
that muscle
they try to
call a
heart

The hours melted
like the heat
of a young lovers
promise
that dripped faith
into veins under flesh
that murder
and
madden
the purist
of minds

Arms raised
in defense
of your
embrace
smoke curling century old
tendrils of flames
in your wake

I can still the vision
the Hell 
You became

as You let go