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- - - DARKNESS IN TECHNICOLOR - - -
The heart is locked in sorrow
Draped in shadow, inked with the promise
Of the doom of tomorrow
With a murder of crows, a curse on the day
A nail in my coffin, a sprig of nightshade
At home in the darkness as cold as the grave
She crawls on velvet sheets with scents of decay
Darkness falls in greys of Technicolor
The malice in her touch, finger on the breeze
Bastard sons of vengeance, cadavers in trees
Dry is the hourglass, fraying at the seems
She frolics with disdain, know what I mean?
Madness greets with veins of Technicolor
The tears are gripped in morning
Cold in winter, dew sticks like venom
Celebrating the mourning
I twist throes of apocalyptic dependency
Bound in petty chains of suffering
I'm shrouded by misanthropic despondency
Burdened by the grief of apathy
She whispers ever so sweetly,
"My love is torn
'Tween life and death
A boutique of thorns
With a bated breath
Twixt dawn and scorn"
Upon the edge of night, lo, a precipice
Voices heralding weeping spectres that kiss
At ground zero the hero laments the bliss
Cast the stone into the depths of the abyss
Heartless lovers beget Technicolor
So welcome me inside with Lovecraft spells
At the bottom where the poisoned water fell
The ghost on the breeze and the wintry gales
Open the mouth of vivid personal Hells
Darkness falls with greys of Technicolor
I twist throes of apocalyptic dependency
Bound in petty chains of suffering
I'm shrouded by misanthropic despondency
Burdened by the grief of apathy
The night is locked in sorrow
Draped in shadow, inked with the promise
Of the doom of tomorrow
(c) 2016 Frank Green
Published 7th Feb 2016
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8th Feb 2016 3:43am
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8th Feb 2016 4:35am
thank you, dear Taryn. Its been a stressful couple of days, and looking back on this, I see parts of that stress. Im surprised it turned out so well.
Anonymous
8th Feb 2016 11:38pm
Hades, my King. . .do not stress, it does not become you. . .but this piece however. . .leaves me spellbound. . .Love the title, the dark wintry lament, Lovecraft & everything designed for the "apocalyptic dependency and misanthropic despondency". . .~yours, Devil~lyn.
9th Feb 2016 1:26am
