sunset

sunset

 

when the pain had thickened into a toxic pudding,

I crawled into my primer grey nightmare

and slithered down to the abandoned beach

to watch the wounded day-sky bleed to death.

 

I can hardly remember the feeling now,

but,

I think it was Christmas.

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Chuckling here, perfect black humor I think.

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

omg, too depressing. stop it right now! TABOO TABOO
nah this is pretty epic....my fav lines were:
all of them.