Absence

Let my silence narrate thy herasy Truth being slayed by grim reality The void is more succulent, With spluttered peels of masks. Let my flesh feel her blood In the garden of guarded masks. The void is more precious. Let their lips bear world's jealousy Light being stabbed by her flattery. The absence lasts longer With verdicts from crinkled leathers Let them feed on my solace In the brazzen market for feathers The absence stayed ever loyal Let our shrieks address grieveances Faith being exiled by lure ignorance