January 28, 2014

Old Poetry from 2008 "Shadow Sands"

Black balloon in hand
To far below, the Shadow
How dare i think to let go

An ocean of sand
Dreams of my discovery
Ahead, waiting to drown me

Such a horrible fear
Floating ever farther
Closer to a demanding hunger

Onward is a dagger
Needing to feed
Moving straight to me

The brutal incisor
Bursts apart my saviour
I'm falling to the Shadow

Sinking quickly yet slow
Ebony sand fills my mind
Burning through dilated eyes

My mouth screams lies
A vicious trick of panic
The quiet won't break

Reality fades to black
The Shadow has won
There's no coming back.

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