Saturday, June 27, 2015

Venom, it is

And the ink drop bursts on the ground
The venom crawls clinging to itself
Dreams, floating through the void
Ask him, Where have the wings gone?

A migraine rises through his veins
Feathers, Are they also this light?
Fading lights beckon him into darkness,
Wandering visions, mist and a glide.

Forsaken handshakes, forgotten boats
Long lost horizon, cascading smiles
"You pour venom through your words"
Sentences, multitudes lost in veils of time.

A mention of venom and his muscles wake up
The shoulder blades jerk the silence away
Blood rushes through the arteries to pointed nails
And starts an acid rain; black, hideous letters
Shoot through him like war trained horses
Leave behind the ones who fell behind
Heart sets fire to the canon; Venom, yes he is!

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