I am completely alone
in this nowhere. Found
dead in days, behind

that towering barn.
Old and decaying. Is
this my only solace?

I fear what might seethe
in the shadows, right
through that door.

And this man of darkness
is running in circles.
Painting a red trail.

He is praying for decay,
hiding in the black
on the other side of that
nowhere.

04/08/2006

Posted on 04/08/2006
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