Repletion of the Corpuscles...(Repleting Plethoric)

This morbid plethora

Coagulates,

An internal armada,

Smothering and bubbling like lava.

Such lethargy is born from lack of resplendence

So then,

lay it out on the surface,

Bestow upon me lambency

For within this cage it is all I need.

Not company

Nor my own presence,

But light.

Lest those close to me shall befall such splendor,

Like a large glacier over my sight... 

Reviews

[Simon Welsh]

This shows a major progression over your earlier writes. Keep it up :)