Silent Sickness

there's this thing with all these meanings holdin confusion like a bloody sword. some days it kills. some days it is killed.

silent sickness

eye dreams of sleeping;

crawling as the shadows

over whispering plains,

 

it demands attention

without no loud announcement

of destructive intent.

I am a b*****d of an enemy.

 

I rise like nine suns

on a vampire crypt

turning evil to ash

and dead pain into live oportunity.

 

baptized in élan,

the ocean drinks me

and I cry, "purity! liberty! beauty!"

and I cry for hours; for eternities.

 

silent sickness

slumber in black nothing,

withering like still corpses

that Life's movement will no longer

accept, allow or condone.

 

sleep you rotten b*****d!

forever.

Amen!

Author's Note

a dance . . . a fight . . . a hybrid moth-beast. blow out the candle and quiet the song.