The Smell of The Unlucky Stars

While the tired Sun disappears into the Wests,
He sits atop the broken words scattered on stumbling poems
As the smell of the Sun disappears into the nights
Wondering how long the the play continues...

Hear me! Hear me! Listen to the fleeing words
The cries of the last poems as they echo in the night
They came out of nowhere, prowling in the shadows
For the smell of the Sun has disappeared
What is a Leo worth with the soul sold to that Star!

A poem for the mother if only she can hear
Hear Me! Hear me cry in silence and act bold
A poem of silence which couldnt be told
Hear Me! For he lies naked in dust, stripped off
One by one they came prowling, fishing the words out!

I watched him in silence, as if enjoying his suffering
For He was I and I was Him! All that I could do was see his silence
Feel the cold breathe as the stench of His Sun lingering around his poems
Bribe his soul to the unlucky stars,
Prowling in the dark with the wicked smile!

Hear Me he said, listen to the poems from the time they were born
From the time they first fell in Love with my Words,
For the Sun is disappearing into the Wests
Wonder if the mother could ever hear said He!

Falling down to dust as one word left after another
And the poems remaining remembered by none,
I saw him fall, as he said Hear me if you can!
But i wonder, if it was a dream about the man in the mirror!
Saw him drown among those stars they disgust...