"Lap of Darkness"
Tempted to...
a calm sepulture
so maladjusted to
the chalice, I am
Dim chapel
made of shade--the
mask of light--
the gut of night--spilling
stains ... filled
my fire brim
toppled
In silence, as
with pain, or
with pleasure,
I, still, live--even
if both, I feel
Even as light
bends my senses
and satisfies or
inspires my desire
of it ... I have
peace in dark--in ...
the gut ....
Written By, Darkest Angel
Written October 6, 2010