Monday, May 11, 2009

Dark Days

So many signs
Pointing different ways
Chuckling with laughter
At my confusion hereafter
As a silent shadow lingers
Tiny curled up fingers
Play across the window
With mindless innuendo
On a dark
And purple day.

Songs soar across the sky
With the swiftness of a fly
Burning through the haze
Trapped inside this maze
On a dark
And purple day.

Screaming now with yearning
My skin so slowly burning
With a hunger that is turning
The night now into day
Drifting in a pleasance
Coated with an essence
On a dark
And purple day.

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