purgatory
by Adam
Posted: Tuesday, April 15, 2003 Word Count: 104 Summary: 'La tristesse durera' - Van Gogh, suicide letter. |
nothing begets nothing; self-effacing, self-negating.
the unheard, unheeded, unyielding sound of silence.
the ignored footfall, the approaching step on the stair.
the blank stare into the black abyss,
the blinding dark from the precipice.
the vacant vacuous void of the darkness beyond.
the insipid tolling of time, the shadow of tomb.
the white light dies, death of the morning,
the black light breeds the final dawning.
the futile, fecund fuck, the impotent final fling.
the post-coital spasm, the rigor mortis of life.
the siren's stare from the dark abyss,
the final fall from the precipice.
nothing begets nothing; self-effacing, self-negating.
glassy-eyed, we avert our glare,
watching the sunset slowly sink,
smiling as if we didn't care.
black firmament,
immutable silence:
nothing begets nothing.
the unheard, unheeded, unyielding sound of silence.
the ignored footfall, the approaching step on the stair.
the blank stare into the black abyss,
the blinding dark from the precipice.
the vacant vacuous void of the darkness beyond.
the insipid tolling of time, the shadow of tomb.
the white light dies, death of the morning,
the black light breeds the final dawning.
the futile, fecund fuck, the impotent final fling.
the post-coital spasm, the rigor mortis of life.
the siren's stare from the dark abyss,
the final fall from the precipice.
nothing begets nothing; self-effacing, self-negating.
glassy-eyed, we avert our glare,
watching the sunset slowly sink,
smiling as if we didn't care.
black firmament,
immutable silence:
nothing begets nothing.