Liberation

Burning eyes on mine

I feel their sorrow

Feel their crime

Walking among ghosts

Living in a different time.

Tears on my shoulder,

Damp with guilt

Only getting older

While swaying

To the music of the night.

Voices in my mind

Screaming out loud

The ways are confined

Dancing a true

Liberation of death.

Lips on my throat

The sense of a pulse

Writing the blood note

Hearing only

The song of a peacock.