Unseen

Torn from my body,

A part of me, 

You will never know!

Benighted In Golgotha

Seashell wails
"Damned is this chasm,
The words laden with sarcasm,
Armored the tongue of the whore,
To unseal the gate to abhor !"

Seashell wails
For those lovelorn frails,
For all the vigils, in vain.
As lust rules the parlance
to decay!

Thorns, unmoved, 
As were his wounds,
The redeemer rest, 
In sanguine rheum
Sickened by the irksome hassle,
Flew to the unearthly dazzle, 
As buffoons were dancing ensemble,
On debris of light embalmed!

Storm crow fleets the chasm,
Shrieks inly... 
"Charade is this plight! Damned is this kind!" 

Pedram, May 2013
Image: Emiliano Merjado