| Blackness |
| Blackness you are A cavernous hole disguised as regard Blade of steely ice Dressed as potential you burn and incise With every almost whisper You push and pull, obsurd magic tricks The night of each hope you market Dissolves as your lofty theatrics Meta-man posing as someone Imagine my door handle While you were snatching your hand away The goods were never on sale Morally dead, false advertisement Beguiled for a day Lead me into your net Snare me, recruit me into your nest Of distant memories Darkness of dank fallacies Lies nothing but a shadow of me A dream extinguished |