My requiem bears
the toll of a lone bell
not two, not three
just more hollow
But the fading drone
of a love of far away
Once here, now gone
Will do
A heart is never broken,
just charred from misspoken
sordid drippings
from both eyes and tongue
One's eyes, though livid
Are still blind and insipid
and wrought with a weariness
darkening their inkwells
Now I'm but half the title
Carnage after a cold war
Pristinely vivid, tear-blurred ruins
never quite as pure as before
And as I fret my endless slumber
Both my lungs are torn asunder
fraught with wracking sobs
Meant for none but maggots
-Anonymous