A soon to be a mother.
Ghost shrouded windows.
Just what the poet had defined.

And the void begot another.
Blood tainted river.
This birth was mine.

A new heart started beating.
The echo of someone breathing.
A sound in the rift in time.

As I tread this path before me.
The stars are engulfed by darkness
by the sins that shape the void.

The sea became my cover
where ripples fade to nothing,
where dying is a crime.

And silence plays a sad song
that’s buried in my forehead
and my eyes are rendered black.

A horizon without colours.
A drifting destination.
A martyr of the end.