Black Cream

It's the fear in me, deceiving breathe

out of reach, repeating bleak 

defeating dreams with sickle tease and rippled fiends wit' they pillow deeds

The not so subtle pings on my radar bling

My vision blackening, taste of green but I'm unraveling

past the heed and it's faster beings, am I master king with a trap to speak

as that b*****d leads with a latch that leaks

I crack and bleed my lips black with cream

Author's Note

(excerpt from a longer title)
Enjoy!

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Wow, this is heavy....a heavy black cream.
WE can be so overwhelmed by life...
We get the taste of good things and then spiral away from them.
Quite intense...You write us into that fear.
j.

[Sami Khalil]

Fears grip. Tears drop. Visions blacken. Wars emerge. Hopes flee. Hearts bleed.
Creams turn black with black coffee.