Sonnet 13

My eyes speak for my mouth. I'm struck as dumb
When skies are turning red like hearts of hell;
The sunsets grow in light and then become
A lonely place to die within a shell.
I measure sun by holding some of your
Hypnotic shades. Just touch the nails in dark,
And don't forget that time along with war
Kept flowers fading through a silent spark.
Why should we give a piece to them, when we
Could find ourselves in arms of one refrain,
But nowadays, my love, they are so free
To leave in death or hardly, to remain.
The depths are always what they're meant to be:
A land where only demons have the key.