Angel of the Cemetery

My Words,

My blank, meaningless words

Leafless trees of the cemetery

Hopeless Shadows of the dark

Moonless, endless nights,

Sky, deprived of the stars

My Words,

Wallowing widows

Dressed all black

Their tangled hair 

scuffing their faces like claws of the witches

Sobbing tearless,

Moaning the living gone

My Words

These vultures

Drooling fervently,

waiting for the heart to beat its last beat

waiting, to trumpet the end of the misery

End of the breath that started it all

My Words,

These dried oceans of hope

Graves of memories,

Lived in the sonnets

Wrapped in the verses

Buried in the notes

My Words

These sculptures of stoned emotions

Crucified feelings

Hanging on the cross

disgraced, shameless little bastards

Culprits of the soul

My Words

My meaningless, senseless words

echo in the graveyard

ringing in the ears of the dead

my words, 

The only thing said
The only voice heard