Thursday, June 05, 2008
goner
Out the door into the hollows of night,
It scatters, scrambles, and scampers;
Without warning, in quiet descent,
The wasted pains of the Black Humour.
Empowerment, the climax of denial.
Sex, the voice of reason belied.
Herald a new era of disillusionment,
Fall back into a pit of fury black.
Reality is but a fictitious story,
Here today and tomorrow forgotten.
For tears melt away at the seams,
Numbness revisits as a sad déjà vu.
Through the smile of porcelain,
A soul dissolves into the world,
Fighting hard in a losing battle,
Finding the self in a futile attempt.
Despair is the comforting devil,
Fear, its sidekick.
Shallow the depth of eternal euphoria,
Weak the rock on which it stands.
Posted by Jo at 9:51 PM
