Stumble, Tumble, Die

January 18, 2007

Blood red skies overhead
Cry of the hawk sends shivers
Dancing in the rough space
Close your eyes and fall to the depths

Suicidal, homocidal, ectasy blooms
Joyful, jubilant, misery looms
Gnaw on the swollen wounds
Light of yesterday still exhumes

Stumble on the rock-strewn path
Tumble down to the lost worlds
Losing heart again
Writhing in the fiery gloom

Kicked while you're down
Taste the bitter stream
Blood trickles from the lips
That yesterday, formed a smile

Dawn of dark mystery
Cling to the glowing misery
Close your eyes again
Drift off to sleep

Type: Poetry

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