A Fading Sky
Symphony
And poetic motion
Twitching,
Woven like an ocean...
Harmony
And artistic devotion
Stitching
The broken in notion...
How I crave depravity
And bow with what it makes of me.
Horror...? A delight--
Fear, a mirror in the night.
Traversed in ink,
Blood splotches the neat
Until the grave aspires breath
And the living feel the chill of death--
a symphony,
a lullaby,
a whisper cradled...
A fading sigh.
12.21.2012
YOU ARE READING
RIP
PoetryTwisted. Fearful. Beating. Harmony: Dark imagery of an ex-psychopath written in poetry. Rest in Peace, my little straight jacket. Enjoy the reading, my friends!
