nocturne in c sharp minor

breathing blackness

lungs full of nightmares

scorpions of fear in my throat

violins weeping their

bittersweet enchantment -

the inky night

is going up in smoke;

dark leeches feed

on our wanton waiting

we smell of blood

and indifference

we taste like blindness -

air, water…

only loneliness is solid:

a black glass pyramid

filled with white lilies

and fragrant lies.

the god of poison ivy

telling myself 

I must begin writing this story

finish it

then let it into the wind

so that the darkness will dissipate

perhaps be absorbed by other souls

poison other dreams

so that I shall be relieved

and continue my voyage,

barefoot, my steps lighter

there is no separation

in the kingdom of words - 

my mouth is full of silence

like wet cotton,

my thoughts carry no light -

I am a puppet of hope

moved by a god

who holds the strings

of cause and effect

creatio ex nihilo

night dust

dream poison


rose of blood

tomb wine

broken lullaby

wasted lives

bones and sour hopes -

let go of your dominion,

sweet queen of blackness

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