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A cloudy day in the midst of a dark year, dried grass in the back yard of a burned down
home. The smell of smoke and a dog"s bark, the same dog"s decapitated head in search of
it"s body. A body that rest among birds that no longer chirp, flutter or fly. They wont
because they no longer can. A little light for a dim soul with a broken body, during a summer
thats cold. An inner smile thats an outer frown, tears of sweet poison to quench a thirst. The
best drink of an ending that never began, like the begining that never ends... No Title Needed
Crimson sands along a black sea, waves that invite with pure seduction. A wet artic caress
and lungs that are filled to capacity leaving no room for air. Closed eyes along with fantastic
visions, a purple frog with black eyes, an orange snake with a white smile. Whispers in the
ear from the voice of a woman with the face of a wolf. Affection that will never be forgotten;
A shark"s kiss and a leeches love, like nothing youve ever felt the jelly fish"s hug. An out
stretched hand that reaches to no where, a wasted gesture. Memories that swim forever
belonging to the wisdom of dark waters... No Title Needed.
A dark room built by dark people with dark faces, who teach dark lessons and lead to dark
thoughts. Dark influence produced by dark speech from a black tongue. The dark minds of
those with dark hands who have found dark love through black morals in the dark month of
the darkest year. A black eye on a dark face that tells time on a black clock with dark
numbers. So much beautifully dark happiness. A dark statement grants a dark hole with
dark offerings, a loud sound and then more darkness... No Title Needed.
Copyright © Son Winter | Year Posted 2010
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