Listen

KMP** Dated: 2008.

Listen, do you hear it?
The silenced screams of one’s hollow shell.
Again and again, replaying the whispers.
A haunted feeling in the depths of an angel’s prophecy.
To relive the past and banish my future,
Listening to a psalmody, a devil’s return.
Away away, locked to a tree’s last tear.
Dieing inside, lying in the snow’s moonlit dance.
Shadowed prayer growing more silent by the minute.
I never could face the one true reflection of myself.
Just to listen, listen to the beating drums of the waves.
Why do I still dream of him?
Listen, can I really see?
The one hushed death, one’s true torturous laugh.
The voice in my head, which deprived my life,
One last breath to hear your words, make my last tear.
A gift from the heaven’s shadow,
To listen to the chimes of my own death bells, growing faint.