As the leaves change outfits,
and seeds are lain.
As the chimney smokes,
and bodies inch closer.
As the sun gets lazy,
and we embrace tighter.
Miss Darkness,
You've never looked prettier.
Souls are still taken away,
Cries are still unheeded,
Dignity is still snatched,
My soup is still cold.
A group of equals linger,
yet, the one that completes, is far.
Second chance to laugh out loud,
yet the protagonists are mute.
As the wind begins to run,
and smiles become herculean.
As water begins to stand still,
and our noses not so.
Miss Darkness,
you are a vision today.
Clohes are ripped,
Wombs are emptied,
Tongues are tied,
Morality has moved.On.
The gaze is permanent,
None are seen.
Nothing is registered.
A barren land to be tilled.
As clouds converse,
and shade sought.
As we lie,
In a little while, it'll all be good.
Miss Darkness,
Would you fancy some company.?
Hands are empty,
and nothing to offer.
The soul needs a tickle,
and you seem to be just what it needs.
