Friday, 27 February 2015

Poetry: Dark Grey

Place me in an endless mist,
 drown me in your humidity, 
I indulge in my wish.

There's demons in the darkness, 
In the black there's death, 
I only fear the mid tones, 
I'm choking on the grey. 

You can see me, feel me and even touch me. 
But I'm a shadow of superposition, 
This is my box. 

Take me to the dark I plead,
Again,
And again. 

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