Skip to main content Help Control Panel

Shakespeare's Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

More in MosquitoBytes Volume 03: Ensanguined Quiescence - 2005

Memories

Amaranthine Fetish

I sit here having visions
A future past
In it I am a lord
I reign over all I see
Many would know me
For I am what they would be
Yet I am alone
Bereft of feeling
Or so it would seem
A coldness in my eyes
I am eternal
For I do not bleed
My heart blackened
Atrophied and rancid
It is a husk in my chest
I smile at this vision
For as I said
It is a future passed

© 2005, Mosquitobyte

Share
* Invite participants
* Share at Facebook
* Share at Twitter
* Share at LinkedIn
* Reference this page
Monitor
Recent files
Member Pages »
See also