
Endlessly profound within
the red of blood turns to gray
it is skeptic
shallow
wicked
vindictive. An evil inside my being
I ask not the vision of my vapid eye
I blame the beating and pump of my life
it is confusing
a foolish flow in every beat
I feel void
guilty in my own
A lie livin' in me. I am strong yet weak
i see not the resplendence of beauty
nor the stroke of an art
i see all that are naught
nothing. -To stand for a reason
a thing- a thing alone
naught itself----
black!