Wordly

I want words to be alive.
They’ll form a wrecked body,
As black as ink,
As dark as a murder,
As painful as a writhing sound of a dying piano.

And something as bright as a white future comes, as lucid as something intangible.

And words turning into a powerful totem,

As blinding as galaxy,
As sacred as a white veil,
As mesmerizing as a mystical creature.