Carcass

Fragments of unknown depths
Wove a plethora of stories,

might of cause and effect.

                               Every dusk was dark and cold.

        They went mundane,

        as any thing can be. Many

        of those same-things happened.

        With every happenings sealed-shut,

        bound-back to the same fate.

        Only in that day.

        The dusk was always dark and cold.

        There was

        so much

        to spout,

        so much to confess; only

        so much for relief.

        "Why are you staring with such disbelief?"

        It's every where

        In that day, carries every day

        The dark and cold dusk is every where

        In every day

        is that day.

        We writhed,

        and brought silence upon those who know of the matter.

        But there was none of those.