Teen Poetry #6 |
Dark Sound |
LTEvans Member
since 2002-12-06
Posts 72Lenham, England |
Look out of your greasy hair. Walk straight glancing glares At anyone who really cares. Into a mass of thunder, Where your ribs are ripped asunder. Wait while your darkness musters. Loses yourself within the gloom, That is pierced by lights’ bright bloom And the swelling, ever urgent song. Listen in and lose your head, Relapse to primal urge instead. For the dark sound you are fed. Being caught in a resonating net, That never makes anyone forget, That all are stuffed full of regret. The waves of heat and blood, That lap the walls above the flood, Are requiems to broken love. One of a swarming mass of bone, You are never on your own, Until its time to go back home. Yet we will come another time, To worship the god that is… Dark Sound Solipsism saves us from the atavism of the Equalitarian. |
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OtherSideOfTheMirror Member
since 2002-12-19
Posts 245 |
I like it. One of a swarming mass of bone, You are never on your own, Until its time to go back home. I LIKE IT! Love the title too. -Other |
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