Lives not lived

They just lived…
behind curtains,
between dirty crystals of hard rain…
among misty of vacuums muddy…

They woke up alone,
and alone they lay down…
because a hot bed…doesn’t mean a warm love…

Gossip chairs,
vain speaking
of gossiping without forgiveness…

Shadow stays,
that lie lies
that bait heartless hearts…
that stain lives to betrayal…

They are lives not lived,
beds of uninhabited souls…
full of unhappiness and pain.