brainhellhole overspill

My side of the

world’s the farthest

to the light -

it’s midnght;

even past,

I surmise.

What do I do

but listen to the

grunts of juvenile

pain bitten by pangs

of love unrealized?

A lay was what

I was hunting ,

a sad heart was

what I caught.

Oh, the darkness of the night!

~ by geniusness on October 15, 2005.