Woeful WordweaverA Poem by RocansFull dark, no stars Swirling black consumes Time festers my soul's corruption Somewhere afar beckons Beyond the great beyond Freedom's avatar Apotheosis into the Lord of Soliloquy Whimsical wordweaver Whose craft has been mastered through metamorphosis Of poignant melancholia into these bleedings Masquerading as innocuous poetry Releasing pent up stress Via this pen's haemophilia Clotting blood blotting out haunting skeletons Scratching within the closet of a most parasitic solitude My wearied will denying me the promise of the magic My faith knows must one day move the universe So my dreams must forage into fancy And my imagination must wander ...into wonder and necromancy For I must secure the dissolution of radioactive thoughts By diffusion across my brain's membranes Unfurling upon the dead and undead And upon the living...and my own self And Should the nightmarish silence answer again I shall submit to its lure and be silenced forever
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