Sunday, July 26, 2020

Conspiracy of Death

Conspiracy of death 
Was never as simple.
The brutish slayer it is 
Fabricated in an acceptance
As it beguiles the slain. 
You live and live
Wishing if it was a lie.
And the dead 
Doesn't.
Rainbow in grey it is
In the colours of falling.
Leaves you with no friends
Or would you want to bring one here?
Arbiter of the mess 
It is 
Silences your dispute.
But such a conspirator,
You feel death is peace?
An end to your loveless story 
But no dawn to your emptiness
And sleepless nights.


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