Poema

[lizor_08]

Sweat your consciuos out.
Key in the hole of their doors...
Communicating fairly blazed
Invoke a gun bored,
Decided to play.

Exclaim aboard we,
Killing reel of desire.
Inside two is beard,
Like doves admired.

Unfolded sheets refrain harm,
Orthodox voices soundless,
Yearning a second meet.

Gaze to hands of the irking face,
oblivious eyes sear in the reluctance.

A cold breeze wraps me in slumber
while the grotesque laugh floats through,
the sad lyre of the few
harps my mode while the clock plunders;
age takes away and the new.

Circumscribing tick, alone I sit,
time's outstanding wit, benumbs me sick.