My loneliness exists as noise.
Gloom has been nailed to the door
it twists like snake but has no choice
and Time is snoring on the floor.
The beat of blood gives rhythm to drums.
Depressions waltz seclusion steps
including memory alarms
in isolation cruel traps.
Pale stillness grows behind eyes
strokes velvet skin with slimy paws
creates false visions and applies
dumb fate and lies to even scores.
My loneliness exists as noise
© Copyright: А Н Е Л, 2004
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