Writhings On A Dead-Heart Pyre

Now is here where nothing is dear, for wayside and deicide much lightness can I carry

But enlightened of this not for all of my worth, this golden but headless par excellence had turned since to dunder

For nightmares of ash I shower the earth with tears of non-usage, for this pier endeared but never got learned

Thus value this I devalued again, for all fierce adamant on fiery incitement, till now no clues are left of what I did gain!

And now this twilight it did now come witness, to the folly of ego and dunce-filled white sorrow

To attain the watch of malignant buffoons, through much so less dreary take flight for this need, of sins so stupid but never did treasured

To which this me so seelied unseemly, for thrice unbound to die in homely, now dried bunt tide a-neither of sully

For since this dead wimp so grand now enthroned, for light feat numb folly I need not so sorry, oh pleasure enigma but why must I come still?

Such now the time for feigning dud fancy, or eyes too greatly his crests are befalling, to the muck-filled void for lengthy white shadow?

To fork up regrets this member remembered, for goodness sake or time I must take, to take away this pain for the paean so merry

But why did I bring up the dead frost fright slumber? Am I in a need of tortured plight still? So why now high my feelings went home?

For worst of the weather fray-sighted my failings? Oh fie this sown so sombre my fire, for feats of lost neither of future non-beckoned

For when this lout pouted or thence made this heinous

I say now goodbye froth bury my tarry to light of my joy

To thus fussed entailing did forthwith but nightly high mighty

Or maybe thus never would this me be over...for peace!

SAIFUL NIZAM SHUKOR
KL
2012