PenumbraA Poem by KatDarknessA dark, strange poem, one of my favourites...Spine formed of golden coins and shining discs, A soul that glitters, cold and Unresponsive, in my bleeding hands. Broken matchsticks, spent rounds, Raw skin alight in Dancing blue flames, weak and Dizzy, cupped by flesh skinned of its warmth.
All wrapped around in gleaming metals, The ice never set your heartstrings ablaze In the pain that breathes life through my Frozen, bloodless lips. A cold grave awaits beneath Stained ice.
Collapsing lungs bang brutal at my chest, Tamed numb inside these waves of dope. Glass hearts ooze within an Iron Maiden, Impaled atop the shards they spun.
My waking nightmares spawn new pills to Barricade me in this slaughter-house. Electric stars implode the minds Of filth-angels dying in the dirt.
A penumbra of good and bad, Your filthy angel lies under the dirt... © 2013 KatDarkness |
StatsAuthorKatDarknessIrelandAboutMy name is Kathy, and I am a psychological horror writer, who enjoys philosophy, psychology, art, writing (duh!) reading books by Stephen King and Karin Slaughter; and writing dark, abstract poetry an.. more..Writing
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