The Sign - Scream Silence

A veiled horizon

I stumble to and change the train

Sing my own praises

Don’t realize it is insane

Nine thin peelings

Once so fresh now flaccid skin

I try to graze it

In vain

Burnt in my skin

A cruel sign

Of your denial

You incised in me

Drowned in my sins

I realized

Your childlike

Divinity

Coarse and defaced

Sleeps my gently covered grace

And my delusions

A portrait of my wild goose chase

For alleviation

Want animate the wet weeped blaze

And can’t create it

In vain