From Black Soil and Decomposed Skin (Tar)

I knew the wind which caressed my dream I was wrapped in a black cloak in the earth I had no other covering of my barren body But the orchard grew, and so came the fruit Of sorrows and wraths Captivated by the black Graveyard sun could not rise this red dawn For the earth was veiled in mourning grays But The orchard will grow apples of sorrow And umbrage against the wind Until and lest the earth be salted with the acid tears Of my betrothed and cursed Gaea But surprising is the one who grows Reincarnated from the vestiges of throes In realms forged with the shortest straws Nigh nothingness, ex nihilo, reborn dawn An undead Phoenix Not lost to the winds Birthed from the blackness A flame from the ashes Don’t try to revile At this sudden freestyle Going the extra mile Just (heed) words from my trials: Often times Human minds Turn blind eyes To their fellow mankind They’re annoyed We’ve toyed With the trapezoid void Whilst reading works of Tolstoy Burning the fire The effigy of the liar Stink like a burnt car tire Near viscous sludge of mire.