windows

Windows…

Twisted metal bones

Wounded wooden flesh

No blood…

But bloody visions

And above

Covers the glass

Smooth stained skin

Deep and opaque

Like the smiles.

Distilled sighs draws

Pictures of many in the glass

Deep inside the thoughts

Soul performs the purgatorial scenes.

She was outside

Calling out my name in vain

She knew I wont open

And I knew she wont stop

Between the thoughts and morns

In the chest of pain and composure

There was the rain

Callous, cold and hard

I did not saw, her tears,

Dissolved in raindrops

She did not saw mine too

For the glass was deep and wet

Like the meaningless words I roared,,,,