Vortex

“Vortex” By David Lustrup 2012 i see you talking, but i dont hear the words.... they fall from your face, like a flock of blackbirds.... flying in the will of the air with claw and talon slice laceration of my soul this punishment my vice.. in a coat of ravens you hide midnight blackness deep within devouring me from inside out from underneath my skin.. midnight sepulcher, void of light sackcloth, bitter, cold of night never ending brutal scars, vortex, vaccume, death of stars. wave goodbye to light’s last rays, all consuming, end of days…