Sunday, March 28, 2010

Abyss.

Iris hazed in a cloud of murk.
Where are thine wandering eyes?
A million miles beyond;
leaving reality is its wake.
Secularilty holds the equivalence of a pence.
Dehydrated, they return.
Though the film is gone,
sense of reasoning has also evaded.
Oxygen; limited.
Pressure; piercing.
Stress; suffocating.
Scream; silent.
Introvert, where are thy overt travelers?

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