A red lamp,
always on
yet never seen
until the sky grows dim
and the whispers call,
sweet nothings
leading you down a street
that pulls on you,
volition not your own;
pleasures forlorn
that only leave you
lonely.
– matt at shadow of iris
red lamp
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Long narrow halls
deathly silence
only the whisper of ghosts
echoing;
a manmade place
empty of man;
on the tall walls
visions of shadows
from long ago.
– matt at shadow of iris
tall narrow halls
She came to me yesterday
as a vision
as a dream
as something I couldn’t
put my finger on
she told me things
whispers in the dark
about love
about the nature of the universe
secrets about myself
so many
that I began to grow scared
and angry
and I held back
because I couldn’t let go.
Pain in a nebulous world
control that means
letting go
a clenched fist
a world holding us bound
so little we know
so little we trust
a thousand voices colliding
commands unheeded
freezing on a point
over the edge
of eternity.
– matt at shadow of iris
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