Blacklight

Feb 22, 2009 19:49


Black light curtains,
-Hiding the real darkness in their shadows.
An ideal world,
-Everyone in white walks around with halos.
Fading glow of ken,
-Burns the city brighter.
The unknowing of men,
-Provides the arsonist a lighter.

The siren grows softer,
-The violence rages on
Company in loneliness,
-Confessions pour out to meaningless song
Another, dead in the street,
-A bird sings out on a warfield.
How many more until we will be spared?
-Not one injury, will time ever heal.

avant-garde, poetry, blacklight

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