Friday 26 October 2012

Empty Eyes


Dark room with a single candle
                                                                Floating
Hungry ear pressed against the condensation
                                Waiting.
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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