Ignorance

There is a room, where the light bulb has gotten dirty.
The light shines with murky illumination, distracting flies
from their landing trajectory. This way they never
can burn themselves. They never lose their ignorance.

Bleak trees lick the windless desert, behind these
high windows, that angry voice of obedience has
shattered every square of glass. The everlasting
storm finally have stopped. Stopped screaming.

The hallow silence remains inside. Is there ever end
to this malady that grows on the walls?. Spreading its
black roots, digging deeper in the living,
that only I can water from this delicious starvation.

Where is this bed with this ever sleeping corpse?.
Where is this bed where lays a woman, grief dripping
out from that cracked skin?. Drop by drop, the blanket
of blood is being poured out. To the floor. To the floor,
covered with scribbled words from echoes.

Soundless, endless fall. 

The ever lasting storm has finally stopped 

just so it all could start from the beginning once again...