simply twisted

Is black still the opposite of light
When it represents so much
All that is bad, evil and corrupt...

The shadows cast dream-scapes on the walls
all the things i yearn for
but do not wish to see
i wander down this darkened alley
with a slice of the abyss
sliding thickly through my hands
pictures in my mind,
images on the wall
coincide and swirl together
as a sickening theater show
to which only i am seated

All this horrifying joy
twisted smiles and bloody lips
razor sharp words of thunder
i want more, so much more than it can give
with a thought and a wish cried out
the blood still flows strong
as the dire music
reaches its scratchy crescendo
and my heartbeat rises
pumping blood faster and faster
until i feel as if i will explode

.And then it stops.
 
And black washes down
curtaining over thoughts and feeling
rotting sights and distinctive sounds
washing away all but the feeling
of horrible bliss, dreadful joy
the smacking and licking of gray lifeless lip's

I sink to hardened platforms
built from plateau's
of twisted suburbia
i loop this noose around and around
this neck, my own
and leave this place
for the very next

A place of rot and screams
 Grievous sickening joy
   And the living black...