Martyrdom of Light

Even purest light cast out shadows,

stationary…and dyed like crows.

We couldn’t foresee our own end.

Wasted time we spent on life we lived.

Within nature’s heart, who stood alive?.

No one, just us, only us… the dead…the dead.

With new skin in green...and brown roots.

Dull void hopes. Life is now martyrdom.

Whistling of air and roaring of waves, leaving the noise behind our backs.

Silent heartbeats revealing scars, traces of wounds from the past.

Shadows of time buried alive in their unmaterial tombs.

There’re only ashes and ghouls in the wind and they scream as a crowd: we’re free

We couldn’t foresee our own end.

Wasted time we spent on life we lived.