absence, abandonment and the silent crimes

absensce, abandonment and the silent crimes

(unbranded wounds of a once who I am)

This dimensive lane is too loud

I pin my nose to subtle choirs and pictures

Your breath is like a passing railway

Your gaze swim like an orchestral fluid

When you scream, it sounds like hell came down through a crack on the time lane

When you see through me to the walls, the smallest non-sounding objects turn to into the loudest banging

Ears bleeding, Heart tearing

All the false declarations are the biggest of lies

All the non-conforming ideations are the cruelest of crimes

You didn't put my shoes beneath of you, instead you put me into yours

The ignored injustice, silent killers

It is  a white senseless crime, the people's stupidly elusive hidden secret, exhibited as Picassos in communion parks

All naked to naked

Bluntly viewed as pleasure, a comforting matter to illicit acts.

A senseless declaration, the holiest between the mothers of satan

From it, sparks were born, as initials to the beginnings of silent massacres, in the little coming bearers

Dimensity as a restless excuse, for an irresponsible escapism, for an open secret of pleasure acts, create Romulus of immensities to the vengeful constructions

Clench to your magnifiers, put a light beneath, weight to a premature evil bearers, a lump of curses, you'd see a breaking heart, suffocating in water polluted with red

Another of trivial miniscule weight, you'd be shaken, now you've seen a child.