Gothic-Surrealism

Words of a world, strange though wonderful.

Enflamed

Eclipsed bloodshot sun

your welcome wink from hell…

oh, I’m surely tainted by an angel’s touch!

 

Our perennial-heartsores enflame;

the petal of my glee drenched

by your past morning dew.

 

In dark realities perforated by your light, lay many shadows still.

The beams flash when they breathe…

nocturnal eyes adjusting to new beginnings.

 

You slip past me like water.

Life’s misery…

death’s contentment.