The Machine

The Darkness falls Colour dimmed in anticipation The Rhythmic tastelessness of a dead civilization Filled with dieing glimpses of beautiful limitations The death of friction Now only cold anticipation There is no break, Now captive of the now. Aware is my perception The commonness of ‘how?’ The answers are but questions Nothingness let fly The… Continue reading The Machine

Black rain

Black RainIn the black rainI feel his yearningI smell his fearI uncover his passionsHe looks into me seeing my soulAll that I really amAs we stand in the black rainI feel his soul holding mePraying for this to never endAs his hand move over meI fall apart in his worldIn his hunger for meAs we… Continue reading Black rain