Thursday, November 29, 2007

THE MAYBE ECLIPSE OF A FRIENDSHIP

a stroll in the darkness
in the tamed darkness
the chill endears like a blanket

voices splatter the void
yet singular as before

in the anticipating darkness
to confidently grope
for nothing

maybe for the feel of a knife
the stab spreads warmth

in the clear darkness
assured with sundry plans
certain with a plethora of strategy

if only initiation was possible
as this eclipse is a blotch of chains

in the effervescing darkness
where strings of misery
translate into fleshy ropes of anguish

with a vacuum of monsters
the insanity expands

in the crammed darkness
nothing presents itself
and she become invisible

or am i the one who really
fails to exist

in the darkness

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

ONE WORD - INSECURITY.

and, emo too actually. what's wrong pal? chill man. take things easy okay! (:

Anonymous said...

yesh... i am officially fuckd ups... tnx bro. i trying hard to take things easy (paradox! yey!)...