my poetry/Thisbe's anger (II)

Thisbe's Anger (II)

Teach me how to briskly walk suave

The torrent of emotions and yesterday's deeds

Recorded and etched in grim gravestone

Murder from a cacophony of wails and mourns

Kill kill kill

Kill then my music of nostlagia

Kill then my music of reminisciences

Kill then my undeniable irony

Kill then my unfailing loathe

Kill then those reels that spin

Kill then the motors of the unwavering saw

Kill then my restless heart

Kill my love for you.

Or let me wither as a rose drawn

In solitary retrospect

As a bleating lamb cries its last

The slaughterhouse relieves

A healing balm to my treachery

Asylum for the lost and lost love;

Savage soulmate kill

On certain days like this

A kaleidoscope of you

And mishappen memories

Draw my gutless breath wan

Years and months nor days

Solve not the scorched tongs

That sear into the soul

Farewell I parted thee I said

Kill Kill Kill

My bottomless abysss of irony

Where my wretched anger beats

To the snare of revolving blades

I wish,hope and spill

The cauldron of every you.