In and out....up and down
Round is the sound of my night
Black is white....wine tastes of brine...to the joker's delight
On this stoney pillow I look back with sadness and regret
Not yet...
Nothing fills this heart entangled in blood and fear....not rage not love not desire...my own dreaming demons do not toil the firmament of time I have set.
Not yet....
Going and coming cumming and going....all a ritualistic notion of carbon copy nihilism of your life...you were begat..now beget
Not yet....
Will I close my eyes as the crimson flows? Will I hear it once more...that voice that tells me and begs me to come into a light...a light I reach for but cannot seem to get?
No....not yet
YOU ARE READING
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PuisiDon't ask questions or delve deep into areas that weren't meant to be poked into.
