Doll House

Show your condolance for my epitaph " A burnt soul in amber, Mortal Death" Social elegy slashed thy immortal remains Bird with clipped wings, face without mouth Shuned Moon cossets doomed Carcass Fleeting glee,wilted bouquet of prospects Complexity befriended interpreated simplicity Monochromatic me, bonafide frustration Bygone years imprisoning poetic tongue Imperfection is their dreaded perfection