Bathe me in the blessed black,
Let all its shades and shadows out,
For light is all visible track,
Done with green screen,
The cogs and pistons,
Our primitive cognitions,
All lie behind the glow,
What i know is the sun's bright glow,
Does not marvel its ever elusive shadow,

The realm of possibility it holds,
The chance of friend or foe,
Presents and ******,
Treasure or ticks,
As the timer flows,
The beauty of the dark?
We cannot know.
It scares us,
It bares our souls,
Without it,
Would we know?
abracakyle abracakyle
22-25, M
1 Response Aug 14, 2014

Nice. :)