Vanity's metempsychosis

When the star rises

Pure darkness sketching foward,

filling in the fear like an inky paint;

black as the tar in the lungs of a chain smoker.

Are those footsteps,

or the taunting cries of the rain

echoing through the electromagnetic spectrum?

Particles pass,

bouncing around the old, dusty corridors,

dynamic as school children giggling in the afternoon breeze

yet silent as the dancing of the forlorn trees.

The humming of birds is the laughter of druggies and drunkards,

slowly in the paranoia,

closing in just as the circumjacent walls

which grin like a pack of hyenas,

causing my breathing to spiral into a rapid rythem,

whilst nuturing the cold.

Cold which embraces my soul,

eveloping my form like a mother rocking a weeping infant,

infiltrating the muscles with a single symphony.

Alas the star rises;

my heart falls

and falls

and falls

and falls

and it lays still falling at the bottomless pit in the abyss.

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A/N

I apologize for any SPaG mistakes. I'll correct them later on.

- DT