Friday, 26 October 2012

Empty Eyes

Dark room with a single candle
Hungry ear pressed against the condensation
There is an eerie song playing through the glass,
                Familiar words distorted into paranormal notes,
                                The happy voices now split into a chorus of spite,
                                                Emphasising the lonely separation
                                                                A mark of the lacking sensation
                                                                                Of warmth breath against thy neck.

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