Agonistes

The sunset sky was awashed with blood,

as if the menstruating heavens was bleeding
what's left of my broken soul.

as if it feels my agonizing pain,
the encroaching darkness feeds my loneliness,

the flames of my sadness tremble and quake with each tear and the fumes of love escape with each forlorn sigh.

I am sorrow and I am abandon,
I am the starless night skies.

When vultures come to feed -
I still sing forever your name on my lips.

I am death,
the end of a dream.