Torture the Dead

Immobilized permanently,

We languish in waves

Remembering our dreams.

Snow muffled sounds

On streets lined with lights,

Where men let you drown

So they can survive.

Love can be so beautiful

And so sad,

It can kill the dying

And torture the dead.

Allegorized space in between

The half and the hold,

A parasitic dream.

Palatial mounds

Of flesh against night.

A longing abounds,

But dawn's just outside.

Love can be so beautiful

And so sad,

It can kill the dying

And torture the dead.

Even though the heart may stall

In solitary lands,

Allow it to keep mending,

For life lies ahead.