Whispers Of Night


October's grave


October.the time for my mind to wander

and pluck the wilted leaves,

all broken hopes, the deathlike dreams

elegy's icy and foreign streams.


yet my soul is brethered with the pain

as the body's lying in a grave,

the mist is covering my frozen limbs

a child of time, a child of fear!


still, the rust reflects the last beams,

of a sun, long gone..forgotten,

a pale golden disk of cinder's fading

as a final kiss upon exiled lips.


I'm just calling you by name; It's Death!

as you're my one and only lover..

the destruction of my soul, of my faith

October.Time of rain.Time of fate!


there's no turning back when you follow

Death's path on fallow grounds...

if there will be pain, I rather take it now

than live a life kneeled by regret!


what's joined by blood never tears apart

inside motionless rotten flesh,

there's still a heart that beats again

and an oath meant to be kept eternal.


I want to take your hand again, but..wait!

your name is written on a grave..

life perished, and nothing ever resurrects

October! time of rain.Time of Death!

Submitted: Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013

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