The Darkness

Drink the darkness, from faded flowers
It fills up the night, the lonely hours
Musical madness, the Devil’s dance
The voices inside, in acapella chants
Silence is golden, the Midas touch
Quiet is all I ask, is that too much?
Blank eyes, flaccid lips, faces of stone
I cut so often I hit the bone
Crimson rainbows and fading light
My lifeblood flows, we share the night
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Published on August 10, 2012 18:45 Tags: horror, neil-leckman, poem, virtual-cubicle
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