The Darkness bares it's blackened teeth
swollowimg me whole
into the belly of the beast,
skinny dip within the stagnant
waters of my tears
laughing in inaudible silence
My fingers scrabble in the mildew of my existence
from long forgotten shelves,
flesh thinly bound their broken spines
a voice says open me for I am hope
as I Pandoras surragate bastard child comply.
For here in the absence of light
held close to my breast my heart
a symbolic shield,
this promise could be anything from pornogrophy to poetry
but yet tonight
pulling the covers tight
it is my Bible
for yea though I walk in the valley of death
I will fear no evil, for thou art my rod and staff, thou comfort me...
as I Regain the paradise Milton once lost
when his eyes too blinded
saw the beauty of the Lord.