new poem in works

[AHZ]

Again, this silence
between
me, myself
and I
begins a low
purr
and a striking hit
then
its vengeance
rubs the needle
and this
heart
knows
the
epic pains
dark
world
runs away
into ethereal
mists
invisible
colors
eat
into crying bones
but soul
knows
this
is due
to somebody
else
that
lives in
sin
I am
just a victim
of
imagination
and a desperate
broken
heart
seeking
a dark
cave
to hide
my
depressions

do you need another cup of coffee?


did a dog bite your dick off?