The Widower

Black petals placed on eyes
Thorns pressed against the neck
Wrists fluid with life and death
The mellow arc of her back
Questioning the doubt
Suppressing, obsessing
Only looking back to a future that is torrid
This day is a tragedy
There is downfall on the horizon
A home for us
The painting shows us truth
Yet it cracks at the seams
With messages hidden beneath
The hands that crush all your dreams
Fixed on haunted eyes
Cast intimacy outwardly
A canvas of pain and sorrow
This day is a tragedy
There is downfall on the horizon
No hopе for us
Then deep into green eyes
I bathе with the hypnotised
Sail away above the forest
Black roses an anchor
Lock the door
Pull the curtains shut
Turn off the power
Kneel in the corner
Stare at the wall
Until your time
To play again