Sunday 31 March 2013

hollow pages

look, 
so I bought 
this new sketchbook 
because well, I wanted to draw
the dead creatures that wore
empathy on their decaying flesh
yes, I wanted to draw, I wanted to etch
the dead flesh of the dead creatures
that spoke to me, that kept me company
during my duration
of madness
(unreality)
-inherent sadness-
-a certain gladness-
washed over me
I wanted to capture it
But then I left,
suddenly I left and now I'm left 
with too many empty pages
blank 
-alongside-
(memories of absent faces)
blank
watch. silently. watch
-the dying phases of the moon-
soon be forgotten
-everything-