Friday, December 3, 2010

Breeding Black '03

Stale musky pillow, 
Cold sweat, sunken cheek,
Spent, steely dampness, 
Unmitigated by the lone dying candle,
Room taunts with shadowy empty spaces,
Condescension condenses in the rafters above,
Eyes blackened, burned out with fear,
Dry tears grind like sand,
Lungs tide with hopeless anxiety,
Alive within this,
Sold Out...miffed,
Alone... enclosed,
Nothing will fill it,
Nothing exists to kill it,
What hand is this? 
When demons deal
These cruel deaths.