Mute

Mute phantoms
Ancient sensations fill a lonely soul.
Plenty of questions taint the quiet mind.
Death spreads powerful,
and imagination dreads
the night in which the stars will all become blind.

Is this great storm about to lash out,
painful like the weight of unbearable emotions?
heart looks at the sky ,
but these legs are growing weak,
begging for that planet to bestow bare consolations.

Time tricks out every happiness left,
life embraces thought with a dangerous tenderness.
Warmness of the past,
 unbalance of the future,
the search of immortality breaks up against emptiness.

A phantom melts in the way's dirty shadows,
in a whirling river of silent violent sorrow.
Landscape's black,
and the words white jewels,
voiceless,this dimension hits the being like a quick arrow.

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                                                                                              Pentos