Submissions by bigwillyo

damp black shadows, shatter the still night.
tramp like widows tickle your spine with delight,
tasting your fright.
the twitching of sanity, drips like dew off finger tips.
blood drips by drips off of teeth bit lips.
your grasp on reality slowly slips.
the mist like wisps thicken like stew
the shadows  proceed to what is past due
its over for you.
sliver of silver, rippling an glistening
waves deliver another shiver
eyes open to meet what's so bitter
puddle stained red what you see is dead
own eyes is the thing i dread
the fog fills...

Red and black.
A beautiful but deadly combination of color, purple in exchange of red is personality. And green would be life in exchange for black. So what is this brilliant thought I’m about to conceive?  Maybe buffalo steak, I’m about to cook.  Or maybe the regret I would enjoy it more tomorrow. I wrote this in the moment, so maybe enjoying the steak more tomorrow would never happen.