A man of darkness is what I am.
Dressed in rags from alleys of hex,
my language lost beneath
this filthy face.
Sunset is receding and
midnight is alive,
climb the fire escape to reach
the ledge and jump.
Foreshadow, I sink, overtaken,
emerge off the street towards a
crowded mirror to see a man of darkness?
A man of many is what I am.
To lower back
I got none
A poison dipped
behind your back
Paper thin flesh,
veins running across like lettering,
tinted with the pain of life;
upon this chaotic sphere.
Abstract thoughts in a solitude place,
company in lonesome hours,
something the brain doesn't know yet.
Decaying of the ivory bone,
marked with hot blood..
filling up your soul.
What happens when there's too much?
Too much for your mind to handle?
It's all a mess up there,
Everything running faster than they should...
And you, yes you...
Trying to grip the handholds of the slick walls...
Of the well that is your mind...
Of your very consciousness.
Falling, drowning in your overpowering,
Abstractness of your own human mind....
I'll tell you what happens....