I was living with the flickering candles
There was darkness beyond them
There was all but not them
But in the dark there were eyes
And words
There were teeth grown on tongues
Whimpers were kept in lungs
There were hefty lofty dunes
Of chandeliers, dust and bones
There were glamours of gothic mourns
There was arts for resurrection
Halloween was for horrors
Decors placed on ashes
Tattoos over their rashes
There were scratches framed as lashes
There were sprinkled perfumes of
literature around coffins
Why them speeches... for the burnt
Who were shed off the stamen bed
For the tombs, at halt and hush,
Of simple death.
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Submission Name: Simple Silence
