There is a heart without closed-caption
In this wintrey , frigid universe
Mute and in quietude
In a vault ‘neath the ochre sunset .
Without a visitor as to one in a prison
To set a candlelight in that dismal gutter
When it is the moment before evening and
the sky turn a shade of mauve
Still not a guest in sight to visit this vestuble .
There is a heart in utter silence
In this cold-hearted , basically desolate
universe .
Mute and in quietude
In a chamber ‘neath the sunset sepia .
Without a soulmate to light the candle
In that blackhole of this universe
When it is the second before vespertime and
the nebula turn a pale shade of grey
Still not a guest in sight to rid me of this onus .
There is a heart in a desolated playground
In this unforgiving , despondent realm
Mute and in isolation
In the sewer ‘neath the golden sun
Without a beloved one to give a windblown kiss
In the approaching hour of daylight end
When it is the moment before ‘the gloaming’ and
the sky-blue above become midnight blue in gradation
Still not a mourner in sight to share this tragedy of mine
Nor a mate to embrace under the candlelit constellation
There is a dismantling heart
In this universe , an effigy of loneliness
Mute and in quietude
In the most odious ravine of the earth
Without a paramour to share the glance of phantom-noon
In the coming hour of that ‘silhouetted dawn’
When it is the second before the ‘sun eclipse’ and the dramatic obscure seem to take an early effect
Still not a friend to share this despondency with me
Nor a lover to embrace under the luscious metallium moon .