Friday, June 20, 2014

Sleeveless errand

Devouring desire,
Daily,
Untempered,
Unrefined
And chimerical.
Small potions
Of phantasmagoric
Shadows of sucess,
Cajoled by
Conceited confidence
Into
Appetizing and
Tempting mouthfuls.
The brute truth
Successfully
Mired
In foggy shades
Of
Counterfeit dawn,
The clarion call
Of
The misty
Distractions
Heralding
The
Loosing battle.
The descent
To the nether realms
Slow,
Unhurried.
The vacant mind,
Wandering
Beyond dreams,
Slipping into darkness,
Into the vast
Vacuousness.
Distant,
Faint voices
Calling.
The fatigue
Born
Of vices,
Coveted
And
Tended to,
Sapping
The strength.
By then,
Even
The salve
To redeem oneself,
The one last
Flicker of
Sanguinity
Is also rendered
Impotent.

Linking with : 100 word song : WAR's Slippin' into darkness

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