The image of the free man
is painted under a new woman.
Eyes yellow, foul creatures
Slip between sheets.
Words repeated to another ear,
Special is just a word you like to hear.
Dirt covers thoughts
trying not to shudder
when you walked over my grave.
R.I.P to belief in everlasting love.
Here lies the hopeless romantic.
The aspics’ tongues collide
but my lips shall not crack.
Though my discontent is strong,
I’m determined not to swallow the poison.
I’ll make hell my sanctuary
and pretend it doesn’t get to me.
Those flickering images burning in my brain
like the devil smirking continuously.
Caring flew away with angel wings
Pain drifts through these empty halls
like a phantom
every now and then.
Words: Ella Kennett | Animation: Shadab Shayegan