Dead World

The first line says it all...

There's beauty in the eye of dissolution
Grey clouds hang like nooses
Lynching those who wish to dream

Brittle trees blow in the blue wind
The branches rain down onto the dead world
Giving new life to figures in black

Fragments of roses were scattered across the land
Angelic tears washing a homely ground
But the wind has dried that all away

Time is burning like a cigarette
Its smoke crawls towards the sky
And fades away into nihility

A lone man rests on a mountaintop
Watching life die like a wounded horse
Waiting for the night to kill the day

Reviews

[Seriana]

Fabulous Robert. This is right up my alley. Such dark, languid tones of imaginings in my mind when I read this, yet there is a beauty to it all the same. Nicely done!