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Black holes
Anti-matter
Dark thoughts
Blood splatter

Broken homes
Nothing happens
Dark days
Mirror blackens

Burnt bones
Change in matter
Dark world
Gone flatter

Dark Matter

the moon's staring down from the sky
like a silvery eye
which can see what we think
the art of the stars may be making its mark
the science of our souls may be subject to this
like the dark in our blinks where what matters is bliss

Dark Soul

“Call me Legion, for we are many” Mark 5.9, The Bible

In this vast desert called the soul
There is no Christ, no God, no Goal -
But all the demons of the dark unknown
Storm madly round this secret home.

A comet passes through the skies,
The trail’s reflected in your eyes;
Innocence in the aftermath
Is all that will survive our final act.

My yo-yo heart which pumps hot blood
Can only feel what’s understood;
What should we do? Who really cares?
Go count your bloody money in your stinking lairs.

Honesty is a sacrifice of joy,
Maturity is strangled without self-deception -
Anyone would think that a sensible boy
Would have realized this from the moment of conception.

The dice of evolution prove that someone's got to lose,
The cards are on the table yet we act like we can choose;
This spectacle, this horror-show, is more than I can take -
A nightmare of obscene design from which I can’t awake.

Human debris frame our lives as the garden turns to weeds,
Props and crutches hold us up to do our daily deeds;
But when razors slice your soul it is probably safe to say:
Things would have been like this any other way.

Can abyss be the name for this struggling state of mind?
Is super-sight the gift it brings or being super-blind?
Like Narcissus, trapped by his image in a pool,
I can't function without polishing my precious inner jewel.

Shun my masquerading if it’s too far out to wear -
Nothing really matters, nothing is ever fair:
There is no mask on Earth
which you can hide behind
to stop the dark sun rising
on the ocean of your mind.