Thursday, June 19, 2014

Transient Madness


Transient Madness

The Dark,a bastion against an anonymous ominous they 
A transient madness although seemingly
long enough to witness an empire fare,fade and fall
As self inclusion abates, anxieties are laid bare as if projected on a wall
And then any sound abrades
as sure as sandpaper tears a hole
lessening the whole,scarring the soul
The sound like that of a cold stream muttering of miseries in the passage of time
Raw to this world,wounded and blind
Seeking the void,in nothingness,
the sublime
-TheMinstrel