
Photography Artist: ‘lady-atroops
Dormant Pain
scab of miser prodding
looking behind the back of doors
lost inside the pebbles of vengeance
scathing the stairs for whores
but deemed to break those mirrors
the closets of vulgarity live
hidden within its martyr
where no truth offers to give
locks of weighted anguish
stolen innocence betrayed
hailing a self righteous vision
beneath traverse lusting trade
silently slithering into nightmares
where no escape toils a curse
bound to know suffocation
emotions ride in the torpid hearse
for death found the quietus
where love searched in vain
the wicked with their insanity
and their mirrors of dormant pain
(Written: October 6th, 2009 12:54 p/m)
Dark Poetry October 2009
In Anguish, In Vengeance, In Menace, In Discordance of Lust…
Copyright© 2009 Dark Romantic Poetess Victoria L. McColley
Sincerely Bound By Incantations,
Poetess Victoria...The Dark Pestilence of Romance
Archaic Mistress of Caliginous Temptations
Sometimes it is the conscious mind
becoming unconscious to what
they really are. A delema that could
fester dormant pain.
This write speaks the wisdom of your
depth, a talant not at all dormant:)
Regis
PS: I love your bio photo.
hugs
fee
Georg
Buzzard