Dark Waters

The science told, ‘We have blood running within,’

But I only feel dark mud flow within.

A mortal existence with nothing of my own,

The skin, the Hide, the tears, the smiles . . . adapted.

Who knows what’s within?

Deceit, self-deceit, ugly light

Or something brightly Utopian

The answers to mortal existence

The universe seemed larger at first,

But the mortal specie constrained its universe

To mere dust and shimmer,

Of boredom from humanity and responsibility.

Where am I?

Dark waters run within, and I, adamant to call it blood

The warmth has frozen, cold finally set in.

Love and affection replaced by justification.

Mockery, we make of ourselves

By aping the shimmer

Falsehood, we live with

By breathing the dust

I thrive on blaming

I thrive on revenge

I thrive on sadism

I await the pinch, given by nails,

Those developed by veins

Carrying ‘blood’

Dark waters run within,

Stale and sewage

Running through narrow pathways

The valves rusted, Brain busted

I love this stench

Progressing with self-sympathy

Generating more dark waters . . .