contemplations of a gargoyle

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

it’s a love-hate relationship
with the loneliness
that engulfs -
your soul.


at first,
the taste in your tongue
is bile,
that is bitter.
you try to spit
but you’re forced
to swallow.


in time,
you learn to crave,
the trickle of blood
coming from your heart.
not red, but black
as the universe without
its galaxies of stars.

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