To what end?
Shall I mourn for the fading whiteness,
sweeping across the floor,
the mystery, its hold on me
and the associated pain it brings,
Shall I dance to its icy coldness,
the probing lecherous claws that dismember,
the little dear redness inside the cage,
or do I pounce on the dark sleuths,
beloved sins of a dark alley prince,
and wait till it all makes sense?
or do I let the next morning erupt,
in sunny warmth, familiar smiles and sickly monotony?
to what end and which fragment of me, I need to be?
the lame virtuous or the wicked monstrosity?
Poetry by sagi
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Written on 2014-02-05 at 22:27
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