Holes

Whipped to

Latent

Eyes

Shuffling

In

Feathered holes.

 

Crossed beyond

The point

Of

Whispering

Clocks

Taking the

Place of

Nights gone

Placid.

 

Absence

A face I

Can’t

Delve into,

Record needle

Taken off.

 

Fallen night,

Wound up in

Mirrors,

Smoky remembrance

Percolating…

 

Promulgated fear,

Sentenced to the

Torrid

Isolation.

 

Formulation of

Persona,

Absence in

Understanding

Of what

Takes an

Eternity

To

Recall…

 

Empty Mirror

Beauty’s time

Spent,

A crooked mirror

Going down

An empty hall.

 

Putrid remembrance,

Bled away

From the

Original portraiture

In cacophonous delirium…

Rattling Chain

Blues heart,

A rattling chain,

Dragged to the

Desolate dirt

Beneath…

The Dawn’s Great Reveal

Treasured darkness,

From the climes

Of bitterness

Wrought.

 

Sowed displeasure,

Stewed to the

Dawn’s

Great Reveal.