Finally falling
Death drop
Aching torn smiles
Embracing unwashed sins,
Wrapped in the throes
The diligent watchers envelop oblivion,
Desparate cries of your children fall like hard rain smashing,
Brutally deep,
A tale of misfortune?
My journeys scream crescendo's, scorching the rafters,
An echo chasing the children's cries to a quieter place.
Suffering that silence, A deafening roar of nothing...
But the fall
Death drop
No fear rapes me
Its vital indecision cured.
Secured by curious linguistic phantoms
Uttering blasphemies within.
This searing descent where finality lingers,
Its cacophony of images excite like a sewer of blackened tar seeping from the maw of a nightmare...
Dripping ..
18/09/08
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