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dark and twisted, tangled mood
blackness seeps, creeps,
comes on slowly
left to stew
like blood-soaked gauze over an open wound
sanguine humor of shadow and fog
shades the light
shrouds the rod
divining vein deep within
seeks to hide and disguise
empty smiles and tired eyes
through the crevice
and cellar door
sinking further toward the core
a swirling, twirling, vacillating vortex,
static, erratic, distorted digits reaching deeper still
where knotted roots explore
and vital forces play
a duel of sorts
whether life or death will stay
a quiet place, dark and gloomy
holds that special space
its numbing vacuum insulates
the fragile heart embalmed
~ C.M. Crowley
Published by C. M. Crowley
Written by C. M. Crowley
7 years ago 
