My Share of Black

Another day forced to live,disgustful,empty,itching and depressing,

I need my own chasm,my void,my vacuum,my drop of solace,my silent paradise.

Drawn away from my body,I want to linger anonymously in the silent black,

Where ignorance is bliss,and wisdom a big phony word,

Where the meek is not vanquished into a faceless oblivion,

Where stupidity doesnot subjugate sensibility.

I seek not anything-From you.I just need my elusive breath, my curable comfort,the last tingle of my solitudinous soul.

My mind cries and eyes bleed,in a helpless wiggle of desperation,

Parched for my moment of salvation,

I rummage your passages,your crossroads and lose myself,

Scourging the silence of the noiseful,and the noiseful silences,

Chasing a distant dream,that just might not be,

Under a false hope,a soporific delusion.

And i give up.After a painful eternity,after a cyclical infinity.

I GIVE UP.

Take me in your whoosing winds,in the unconcious dark of a liberating halo,in the whirs of complete currents and in your childish amuseme