9 September 2012
Scorch marks on the ceiling
Orange dangling nipple light
Hole in the wall
Hanging key above the door
A year full of stories On the shelf
Bits here Pieces there
It's beginning to look a little threadbare
The cross The symbols The pagan themes
It's starting to come apart at the seams
The used and discarded Stay as they were Reality and dream Becoming a blur
The pictures are different But they're all the same
How long will it be before YOU accept some of the blame
This place is black It makes me sad I don't know why I keep coming back
This Place Is Black • Opuss № I