dark corners

just getting in my own way sometimes...

darkest of thin folds

tucked neatly in the crevices of my memories

my dark cavernous melancholic jungle

dungeon

eroded & failing me

i screeeeeeam

this tomb is too wide and too deep

no one hears

no one notices

the dark little corners faded into my silk skin

 

he called me beautiful

and i believed him

because i already knew

his princess

his queen

his sweet soul

 

cork screwed in the brain

shadows consume the bright room where i lay

stoic 

catatonic

looking for an out

from inside me

my thoughts blanket me

with darkness

 

i am black

suffocating in my secrets

allured by my own tactics

attempts to justify my seduction

i sit tucked into my corner

of drizzle 

the room, dry

my corner, mine

i leave for no one

not even myself

conscience buried in the floor boards

i await my white stallion

he has come and gone

rode this way long ago

to bid me riddance

cracking a window before taking leave

eternally

be not fooled by my black

i mourn not

for it is my death

i weep not

for it feels too good

my silent howls

eulogize my stuporous silly

 

enfold me in your darkness

the thin slicing ray of burn

etch into my eyes

the window crack i live to despise

raping my darkness

pornographic penetration

relinquishing boundaries

forced to watch on a picture screen in my mind

memories crumble

i fade to comatose

and wonder how i'm trapped here

and wonder how i got here....

......

...

Author's Note

i've used no punctuation - does it flow easily without? or is it needed?...thx

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This is really heavy. It was a thrill to read this poem and feel the excitement of playing with fire. It made me want to stop reading, but I was compelled to do so anyway. I guess your intent was realized.