Saturday, January 12, 2013

Going into the night.


Going into the night.



Back drop of rain,
Golden beaches went and came.
Pay the ferryman,
For your sinfulness,
Says she , says we.
Abide in darkness,
Live in awkward fear,
Before the righteous arrive.
Summoned to judge me,
To give a painful end,
With daggers red and dripping,
An old man staggers on.
Have you known,
My sordid little secret ?
Darkness is my only friend,
Bedfellows in equal amounts,
Where frightful injustice
Robbed the day of light,
Under a blanket of unholy rain.