(bliss)

a deadened heart
stretched smooth like a dark, crawling street.
warm hysteria fills me
halting here, i fall.
is tomorrow born of need?
morning is here.

morning, filled with hope,
and smothered by hate of the unknowing.
like a shell in the darkness,
it creeps toward daylight.
is today gone?
nothing is real.

twilight fading like a death,
moonlit rivers shine with blissful content.
a pale december sky
in the fading light.
is yesterday dead of fate?
darkness completes it