BREACHING INTO VOID
1
so disconnected,
immersed in pain,
with disturbances
of panic, dread,
dark foreboding;
we only feel
the fire of light
in the dungeon of the blind
2
vistas infused
with foreign memories,
we spin out plans
which have no basis,
formed of torture,
and ache, and anguish,
the marks of torment
upon the soul
3
from the center
we implode,
the outside too hostile
to let us survive;
the only path, inward,
deeper and warped,
in cold isolation,
shadowy space
4
each door the tiger,
each bulkhead
breaching into void;
we have no options,
just strings of lies,
promises without support,
pretty lures
which only hide the steel
5
orbiting the swirl
of final flushing,
death beckons,
almost kind,
to walk away
out of this picture,
plane breaking,
step from this frame
- Brendan Tripp
04/14/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
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