Don't search for his evil
in the dark of the night
but in the chill on your arm
in the broad day light
on the edge of perception
shadows move in time
with the pulse of the river
dancing on your mind
cradle the energy
of the first morning's light
tread softly on the entrails
of the sacrificed night
swallow the colors
of the stolen souls' cries
and dip into it's essence
as the sea still survives
2 comments:
wow...you have some dark creative energy flowing here. i'm a little confused, but i like it.
smiles,
Deep and dark and very interesting.
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