Reflection Random with Feeling

Fictional Work

A seamless cavitation assaults my thoughts

Idea’s, words scatter into forgotten knots

Tied by pain, embraced by fear

Temptation arises.

Titillation absorbs

Aftershock motion a crescendo

The mind quakes

The brain shakes

Agitation.

Rapture of angst masses

The mob attacks the inner all

Dreams cower bloodied

Angels rise and fall

Statues of stone.

Alteration accelerates

Morph must we

Or die undone by vexation’s ire

Raped by fate

Tied by question

Exhaustion prevails

Sleep the mind now

Sleep the way of a word

Sleep all the world

Awakenings to be later claimed

The chimes a tune

Only if

Only there

Where we may be heard....

Tis our mirror.

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

I feel an anger towards someone..and yet mostly rage for the self in this write.. A battle between the ego of light and dark in a sense.. hmm I might have to think on this one..xo :)

[Wolfwind]

That's a good question... I don't remember what sparked this one into existence.