The comfort of my own
barren pain
retches sights to the follies
that from onset
have raised me in chains.
I gouge in what might have
come out,
in fear of free-falling
into the core of
potential Without.
Propelled into depths
death has forgotten,
my blank eyes adjust
to riches
of numbness like satin.
Exhausted and pale
I release my last wish
to gaze up at darkness
where stars burn
like *******
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
The comfort of my own
barren pain
retches sights to the follies
that from onset
have raised me in chains.
I gouge in what might have
come out,
in fear of free-falling
into the core of
potential Without.
Propelled into depths
death has forgotten,
my blank eyes adjust
to riches
of numbness like satin.
Exhausted and pale
I release my last wish
to gaze up at darkness
where stars burn
like *******
