In the Haze
I sit in the shadows of madness
surrounded by the nearly-dead
whisphering indeciperable answers
to imbecilic questions
offering witty quips
to Death astride His pale horse
the tatterdemalion
remnants of humanity
mere vapor, lost in smoke
attempting to find meaning
in glowing embers
who can succor
me now?
surrounded by the nearly-dead
whisphering indeciperable answers
to imbecilic questions
offering witty quips
to Death astride His pale horse
the tatterdemalion
remnants of humanity
mere vapor, lost in smoke
attempting to find meaning
in glowing embers
who can succor
me now?
posted by MMM at 7:48 AM
1 Comments:
yes. This is good.
Tina.
You vanished.
Found behind
shrubs and dirt.
Organic Dx
Black, cold, coal depression,
the last look through into your
Eyes.
Void
You vanished again
And came back in ashes.
Lost in smoke, mere vapor.
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