The Suicide

The black bird sang to him for one last time,

And then it flew away –

Into the silent womb the timeless dark……

The clouds gathered…….

The tides….. the tides……

The clockhands mocked him for one last time,

And then, time ceased to exist…..

The stars were weeping

And the furnace cried out for him…..

For the train was leaving

And he had his ticket booked

He saw the magic land –

A land where sorrows don’t exist,

a blue land inside the flames….

He had to step in,

For the world wasn’t ready for his love

And it’ll never be

For life wasn’t ready for his love

And it’ll never be

For poetry wasn’t ready for his love

And it’ll never be

Even love wasn’t ready for him…..

So he had to go….

And there shall be no more tears

No more pain

And no more broken sighs…..

It’s over…..

Everything is……

The clocks have stopped

And then…….

The final sleep in the blue palace of eternity