Monday, April 5, 2010


Draped in pallor.
Excruciating stillness.
Perturbing pincers.
Orating numbness.
Eyes un-numbed.
Frozen lips of happiness.
Lying in bowels,
of acute psychosis.
Gaze into the night.
Ruffling wind explains.
Screams are futile.
Silence is yet unheard.
Aching novelties.
Wandering redness.
Tears form maroon.
Drops in wilderness.
Sleep now son...
Wake in nothingness!


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