Darkness overwhelms my inner corners
Silence, that soothing nectar
That bliss cotton candy tasting
Darkness, that frivolous patch
That covers all the dirty spots
Silence, that cork preventing you from life
Stealing your verb, ruining the sunrise
And we return to darkness…
Darkness, the sheet, silence, the pillow
My casket is complete!
A poetic narrative that is bright ,cheerful and of a sunny disposition are invariably omitted in this requiem of gloom. Very Goth !
Thank you so much, my good friend Louis Kasatkin!!!