A feral, slow and persistent music
hangs obstinately in the air.
It won't talk to you,
it won't stop to smile.
It is obsessed and it doesn't care.
A strange smell is up and about,
a dangerous symmetry is lurking in the clouds.
What insane animals must be out in the streets
for it is darkness today
and in the dark darkness, darker eyes shall meet.
A sinister smile pursed on their lips
and their footsteps fall hard on the tarmac
like the menacing march of death.
A heavy shadow is suffocating the air
like the moist dampness of a crazy choking mist.
Behold, the age of the lonely man -
nasty at birth, ignored in tears and bereft of a lover's kiss.
6:59 PM
20th Aug, 09
20th Aug, 09
3 comments:
It was beautiful! but the end, the last two lines kind of spoiled it, i feel.
I know. I plugged the last two lines because I didn't know what to do. Maybe someday later, I'll have something more meaningful & less cliched to say than proclaim 'the age of the lonely man'!
I think the last two lines were exactly what the morbid rant required to put an end to its morbidity and reach the climax - absolute morbidity. And like all absolutes, it is cliched. Keep plugging last two lines like these more often. I like thees.
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