Olympia

Burnt rubber the air is thick
Nostrils clogged mouth closed
Air goes off to feed another soul
Not you nor me, the heaven sent

The heaven sent show no love
Just peace, concerns, lies
Bruised tongue licks the truth
God cuts you, brings on cries

Oh Mother! Does it bring peace?
My eyes brown as wood
Splinters upon my lips
Flower in my hair brings no colour

The point of speaking
Is off
By previous engagements
Betrayel, and death itself

As open as can be
Eyes don't favour me
And words of perfume
Show no fragrance at all

Life kills death
As the painting doesn't show
No one shall bring gifts or smiles
I can't pose like this

Journeys to other worlds
While the Devil stares
I pretend I don't see him
But he knows I do

Shake off the shivers
That crawl down my spine
Put down the cup
Of bitter tasting wine.