Beauty

I lost so much
 of your beauty!
 
 A shop with no much
 except some necessities.
 
 The tick of every clock with fatigue
 Each second returns from the last breath.
 
 A mount within in plains
 where tourists feed their cameras
 Steal all the inches and flee.
 
 A bed of your decency, I slept
 Your dog licked and devoured my arm
 I just breathe slowly, slowly,
 
 devotion to your fragrance
 You permit me use of your old, dirty shirt.
 
 Like a patient etherized upon a bed
 I gaze all your evilness...
 and I search a dying soul in you.
 
 You
 Shaded with no color
 Let me introduce you to evil.
 
 © Burhan