Friday, November 27, 2009

The choice

Nihilism Poetry

I have chosen darkness

in it

poetry swells,

literature breeds

dark and oppressive

I breathe in an atmosphere of coal

black ash swarms in metaphors and

contradictions

beating heart that’s become

sullen with life

I choose obscurity

like the ambiguous rose

within an unmovable abyss

I choose the ungraspable void

where borders and objects

interfuse with phantasmagorical thoughts

leaving no content, awaiting an obscure name –

in this dark dream

the Mysterious

is like wine

flowing through the veins

of whatever I am.

nihilistic poetry

[Via http://nihilisticpoetry.com]

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