To every thing I do, there seems to be
This unbidden sense of monotony...
This sameness of desire, this guilt entire,
And this winless, windless monotony...
To every step I take, there flood in wake
Vermilion rivers of myriad motley vagaries...
Scarlet all in hue, feeding on my blue
And my restless, jestless memories...
To every breath I suck, there is nothing
But the promise of the next I may inhale...
As deflating in wait, I am held in my hate
And my girthless, mirthless veil...
To every lip I slit, there smiles at me
This unwelcome sight of saturnity...
This staccato of sleep, this silence deep,
And this endless, friendless saturnity...
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15 years ago
3 comments:
"To every lip I slit, there smiles at me
This unwelcome sight of saturnity..."
...my favourite lines...followed closely by
"To every breath I suck, there is nothing
But the promise of the next I may inhale..."
i hate commenting on the writing style usually but i have to say that the two rhyming adjectives is a great idea...endless, friendless saturnity...wow!!!
on the whole,i'll jus repeat my rattu tota words...u rock...awssum...blaa... :D
awesome again.. i think,now, this should go without saying.. there's always some novelty to impress.. so mr. "master of words" keep writing...
one f ur best!
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