age of nebulous

06/2011

the black sun rises in your gray cloudless sky

shining on your God forsaken emptiness

your rivers have dried up and decay has set in

apparitions cling to you as flies to a crumb

some flowing through you like a conduit 

dragging you down to your knees

running after you, I scream your name

but you can't respond through your walls

of massive desperation and iniquities 

the master of darkness pulls your strings

bending you to his every whim, oblivion

blinded by your self inflicted mirage

you stumble on to certain expiration 

I will not follow you in your decadence 

can't you feel the zeal in breathing

I will not promote your deterioration 

can't you feel the radiance within 

I pray for your redemption from this paradox 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

love the image and this line:
"apparitions cling to you as flies to a crumb"
nice write

[Helpless]

awesome concept!

[Muse]

To see someone go down the hole is painful to watch, you write this as if this is a raw experience for you.? Well done, I enjoyed very much.

[Magic plus the mayhem.]

I love this piece & nice music to pair with it. c:

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I really enjoyed this write, this is wondrful