Pale Armor
4-23-00

Dark driving shadows of the passing clouds
Roll and tear through my abyss of feeling.
No thoughts are lonely enough
To satisfy the beast of
My insatiable dreams,
Desperate screams.

He lives to laugh at my strange impatience.
Intense indescretions avoid my eyes,
Seeking an appealing home
To hide departing ghosts of
My pointless screams,
Despondent dreams.

Mirrors lie, showing only the presence
Of heedless, needless, unbearable shame,
Congealing inside my shell
To form the pale armor of
My broken dreams,
Dying screams.


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