DARK

Fingers
Skeletal, grubby hand prints,
Fingernails, broken...
Rotten, dirty, graffiti-ed, dark...
Scratching, scratching,
At your flawless pink walls,
Scratching at your surface,
Clawing up your sickly sweet bubblegum...
Ensnared.
And the day goes on,
Like any other day,
Silence, all around,
Loneliness, too profound...
Just the creaking,
Disjointed feet on missing stairs,
Just the squeaking,
Rusty fan on its orbit,
Just the screeching,
My nails on your walls,
Dumb, monotonous, bubblegum...
My nails and your hollow face, dark...


The walls close in,
Yet the distance grows
The afternoon sun,
Lazy, amorous, meaningless.
And then... dark, that's how it goes...
Buzzing in my ears,
Salty eyes,
Dreamless stare,
Do they suffice?
Drumming inside my head,
Heartache in lonely bed,
And screaming, scheming, seeming,
Reality invades, menacing...dark...


A tiny heart,
And its minuscule problems,
Yet this throbbing
Larger than life
In endless waters, I want to dive,
Never to resurface...
Yet my nails, those grossly curious nails,
Scratch at your surface,
Your myriad-hued rainbow,
Your pink pretty perfect life,
For one gulp of air,
For some love and care,
Scratch, rip, claw, tear,
Vaudeville and mindless fanfare...
Dark,
All around me, chasing, chasing,
Dark,
Engulfing, overpowering, omnipotent, severe,
Dark,
It's so dark in here...