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…
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