Staring at a blank screen
The darkness begins to spread
Up from the depths
Worming its way
Into thudding veins
Rushing toward eager fingertips
Dying to dance across the keys
And tell every last
Painful, blood-soaked tale
The darkness oozing from
Fingertip to key
Slowly ebbing away
Only to be replaced
By the next tragedy
The cycle beginning again
YOU ARE READING
Black Box
PoésieInside you will find a collection of poems that I hope will help you find some sense of peace. If you like what you read and want more you can follow my Tumblr @pale-rosewritings
