Nothing is Shining

Popping white noise from my guts. Have some!

Nothing is shining,

Darkness is pining for me

Cold and resigning

Staring into the black sea

 

Monsters clothed in silence and mystery

Breathing quiet pain into fleshy filth

Flickering ache in thin bones of mortals

Hard keys turning in mystic portals

 

Nothing is smiling,

Darkness defiling my soul

Madness compiling

Frankenstein pieces made whole

 

Hatred sheathed in violent history

Seething evil lust beneath hopeful will

Bickering whine in hoarse throats of sinners

Rhetoric spun in a high tantrum tenors

 

Nothing is waiting,

Morning cascading on blood

Sorrow invading

Bare hands thrust into the mud

 

Melee breaks from hidden philosophies

Fire runs scattered catalyst trails

Sickening bile in mouths of bystanders

Pain fuels the tools of wraiths and demanders

 

Nothing is shining,

Nothing is smiling,

Nothing is waiting

For me

Reviews

[Carey Lenehan]

Painful and evocative but a compelling read with good flow and great use of description. Deeply personal and emotive. Good read. Thanks.