Blackness of Dark
Cloistered here in the blackness of dark,
Twisted and torn
am i
Smothered and smeared...
My own private hell.
Coldness is my feel
and ice my touch.
My voice is silence...
in this enclosed tomb
where I dwell.
And my eyes see nothing
But the blackness of dark.
The physical pain doesn't hurt
...that will go away.
The pain inside is what scares me
For it drains me...
leaves me alone and empty
...yet all consuming,
This blackness of dark.
The physical may leave its mark...
the other its scars.
These scars are hidden and deep
...wounding mortally,
twisted with hurt,
distorted,
vile, demented with anger,
furious with fear...
in my blackness of dark.
I close my eyes
...maybe the sun will shine on me tomorrow.
- katania
10 - 31- 1998
