Dusk

It gets dark...

…When senses get dark
and all’s left 
visions of hell
a road of threatening grin
lit by a waning moonlight of 
horizons running red
with a melancholic touch
of discordant amber...
Grays

Laughter echoes in the ear
not of joy
Ripping every fire of her
A vivid poisoning dream buried 
six feet 
underneath

Where to go from here?
Stuck in time and space
Logic devoured by chaos and 
every reasoning cries

Longing to see the whispers of 
a silent flame
in this realm of 
darkened paths...

Mek
Nov08