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Hungry For Darkness

‘ She was a tempest in a teapot
  begging to be served. ‘

Within me there is a chasm
littered with disappointments
sparkling with detritic symbols
of relinquishment
where I, letting go,
falling at the speed of light
became a star.

A vanilla tempest
of pearlescent milky reasoning
blurred by surrogate shadows
so weary of rote.
It was here in this condition
I created a divide, a black hole.

The beast that rose;
a multitude of graspings,
in visions of darkness wherein
human grievances
sang harmonic.

Hands cupping the void
given to a resonant mirage;
a thralldom,
a turpitude of woes filtered
through its destruction

In syrupy servitude
we fell together.
I got lost in you,
eyes spinning like
a roulette wheel
to become Infinities mate.

Tell me how this will end,
show me disintegration
in a plastering of supple sustenance
to this sanitarium of being.

Never did I become so full,
overflowing with indiscretions,
the taint was bittersweet.
And in words I derived
such sane indignity
falling in rivulets along
crevices of occlusion.

Wherein I became a darkness
mirrored in libelous convexity
like no other lens could
to view my eradication
to become a million little deaths
in vivid hindsight as I fell
into fates inadequacy.

Here in the darkness I can see nothing.
I want to become part of the void,
to be embodied.
I want to see nothing.
 
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Author's Note
Not expressly written for, but to be entered in the 'Obsessed' comp, seemed like a good fit..
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