November 22, 2010

• tonight is quiet
  with the sound of rain
  hitting against the glass

  keys moving words into the distance

  as i sit here
  black coffee
  simple phrases

  and voices in my head
  echoing a cadence of retreat
  until there’s nowhere left to go

  but i push back against my own soul

  mixing blood
  with the darkness
  of my past sins

  carving out new niches
  new displaced music
  that leave roses on my grave

  and subtle visions of beauty
  desperate to be heard

  in amongst sounds of faint thunder
  midnight calling
  and the simple silences that reside

  from the empty contents i leave
  on a blank page.

  • 9:57 pm
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