Oh my palpebras(eyelids) are
wet…
Oculi so red as
blood…
These created by my
lugubrious thoughts…
Stab my feeble heart
with a rod…
Crystal tears all secreted…
Some are shed, some
are left behind…
They tickle my cheeks
as they slowly fell…
Is there something I
longed to find…?
Everything I saw was
a blur…
A haze I can’t
withstand at all…
Trying to stop the
insane impulse…
Driving my fist to
hit the wall…
Shattered hand with
an open wound…
Bones crushed to
several pieces…
Bleeding in pain
trying to ease my heart…
Strangle me with a
hundred laces…
Every breath I
inhale…
Is a step nigher to
death’s paradise…
Every tear I shed…
The louder I can hear
the death’s cries…
Needing the bandage
of love…
Which no one can
provide…
No one but her
solely…
I’m sitting by Hades’
side….
-Gerald James Castro
