Sordid sullen sinewy snares
darkness clouds upon my brow
murky mirth mirrored mire
i sink into its hallowed halls
no more broken hearts
no more eroded souls
battle eternal with want, hate, love and lust
my hands weep, my eyes cling,
and my heart skips,
wake me not from this iridescent darkness
let the gloaming sunlight vanish
and let the darkness wash away
these insipid purposeless pipe dreams
of more broken hearts
of more eroded souls
sleep now, and wake never more
into dreamless slumber
sordid sullen sinewy snares
dark clouds upon my brow
One who relishes solitude, you sure are one among them. They call him a loner, I call him a lover!!
ReplyDeleteI feel "Entangled" can also be a title :-)