inhaled impulses trigger
a tumble of perpetual
paranoid attacks within
a hallucinogenic time-line
of events held hollow to
my addiction of the
deceptive dark of realized
rituals to the night while
my eyes are wide shut to
fascinated friction of
chemicals delight
on my skin creepy critters
crawl through a kaleidoscope
of sparkles burning inverted
images inside my translucent
eyes that shimmer like
constellations falling from
a black sky of night
i exhale then exfoliate the
tortured technicolor veils
of images that imploded
inside of my mind,
rub my eyes, yawn and
combust inside…
wow, was that a dream?
Author notes
Yes this is yet another "DARK" poems.
I really am ok, just seem to be writing dark lately...
I call it my purging process.
A contest entry
- Night Owls (closes in the morning) by MuddyKing.
475 points, ended March 5, 2007, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Dark, but very good.
I liked this alot.
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