Memorabilia Lost...

If guns were roses...
Shakespeare would win duels...
Ebbed tides dance to knells...
Scarlet roses upon my casket...
Thorns of my sins...
Bullets within my chest...
Charity upon the melancholy harlequins...
Whirlpools of laughter
upon my grave...
What good you ask???
None...
If gloomy waves serve me right...
Cries submerged
in gleams of moonlight...
I contrived past my bloodied soul...
Sparks of fire...
Cassandra holds me down...
Whispering to thunderstorms...
Eclipses entangled in my curls...
Crumpled sheets
sing hollow tunes...
Coffee brews on the rooftop...
Harmless cuckoos flying away...
Distant hued horizons drowning out...
Notes of sin engulf me within...
The piano sits on the porch...
Silence is deafening me...
Wasps cloud my senses again...
I can still taste your emptiness...