Black Shroud Torn Away

The shroud torn from my both charcoal eyes, artificial blindness tossed in the rubbish of this clustering bucket of a decided dump; a willing cast away,or a concealment in the gutters of those who value the stench of reeking rubbish and horror, 'tis the both cunning tunnels where soul draws it breath; doth thy unchallenge words as everyday as the sun to proclaim the chains be tied at both ends- clutched in bloody sore wounds beneath the clank, clasped together in the shackles-bind-the soul,the bones, the ever shallowing walls of mortal suffering falling behind the dreadful head,ground where we were the ones on the heavy buttocks of our vast faces, our child-self licking the dust with our tongue that drove us mad with inquisition of incessant knowledge, the falling pits of heroes that knew the truth passed I stood from mounted stones,from gold,from man, was a woman now mine heart by them was wooed; now i waver with the jingling coins wallowing on it both sides, and sway through in the known direction where it pass, this ragg of unworthy wealth,made from my old tattered cloak that binds my dirty waist,has been thrown away; mine eyes now naked to adultery as a temptress, nude to the drip of lustful taste mine dagger to fall where the heart drums in uncertainty and unfaithfulness to quench the reason for bravery without fear, as will meant to fade what's already passing, those that truelly doesn't deserve it or miss in my attempt of being prefect with mine new nature; weigh your death in my hanging two plates the heavy shekels on one side and on the other the heap of the heavy earth dug for the exchanges of its gift twining braids ending in a rope of eternal necklace, dangling about in the frail wind that blew from the moments i met you staggering along the pathways of unsure sincerity...