Dark Dual
Night has long fallen,
I should be in mid torpor
if it weren't for the life
writhing in my intestines,
the dark, waking dreams in my head.
For all the light I am able to see,
there just isn't enough dark.
Whispers, creaks and shadows;
they hold my trembling hands
with a malignant comfort.
A life in flux;
half-full or empty,
tides of Heaven and Hell,
a malicious inebriate
with bouts of gregarious affability.
Rabid phantasm with a smile,
once rejoicing, twice wallowing,
in nightmare.
© NTW 2007
I should be in mid torpor
if it weren't for the life
writhing in my intestines,
the dark, waking dreams in my head.
For all the light I am able to see,
there just isn't enough dark.
Whispers, creaks and shadows;
they hold my trembling hands
with a malignant comfort.
A life in flux;
half-full or empty,
tides of Heaven and Hell,
a malicious inebriate
with bouts of gregarious affability.
Rabid phantasm with a smile,
once rejoicing, twice wallowing,
in nightmare.
© NTW 2007