Mockery Of The Arrogant

rushing gently in the stream of water
looking someone to devour,
hoping that pain indulge every edge of
satisfaction, of sudden contentment
revisited

call each darling the tears
of anxiousness
perhaps the valley of death, stand
stood still near beside the bed of Roses,
behind the Lilies of sweet mistake

down the capture my emptiness,
touching

the last respect of shame, damn slapped
the whole face, until the hour of time
to share the righteous of fate, murmuring
the first moment of lies ahead dies

believe in the grace of change…