Deeper Shall Be Their Wounds

I hear the sound of sirens

A screech pulsing in my veins

Deeper, it digs into us deeper

The last murmur of a seeker

Our sky is coloured burgundy

We hope to stop fearing silence

As light rains down slowly

I will not see the last offence

Remember me, I lived next door

Forgive me, for the pain you endure

I abandon a silhouette on this floor

The sole thing I could ever assure

Is my never return.

Jozanie – April 26, 2017