Drips Of Black

by Mira   Jan 8, 2005


Streaking dark across my face
Down my back
Through my clothes
Lines splitting, colliding, dividing, and hiding
Seeping, killing my own being,
A depraved entity with little to do
Little to say
Penetrating evil pierces my veins
To flow faster, thicker
A disease
A cancer
Perishing me
Cold, slimy liquid black
Choking, pumping, covering
Enveloping me into the depths of a hell that is unknown to man
Drenched in black
Soaked in black
Sodden with black
Dripping with black
Immersed in black
Drowned in black
Torments and torture fusing with my blood
Rushing with the bursts of power and might
Lost in
Drips of Black

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