Silence of sorrow,
Deafening it is,
My ears bleed.
Darkness of the day,blinding it is,
My eyes hurt
Music of love, cacophonous,
My soul cries.
Touch of a flower,
Thorns I feel,
My flesh bleeds.
Wilted my soul has in your light,
Only flesh remains,
Wounded and scarred from your love,
Know not how I breathe still.


-Prats