Show your condolance for my epitaph
" A burnt soul in amber, Mortal Death"
Social elegy slashed thy immortal remains
Bird with clipped wings, face without mouth
Shuned Moon cossets doomed Carcass
Fleeting glee,wilted bouquet of prospects
Complexity befriended interpreated simplicity
Monochromatic me, bonafide frustration
Bygone years imprisoning poetic tongue
Imperfection is their dreaded perfection