To be the darkness
to take the shape of the void
to dissolve against infinity
silent and cold
To expand into an eternity
of indifferent non-being
To evaporate into nothingness
where the vacuum stands still
Instead, this soul is a wound
torn skin and exposed nerves
sore and pulsing
Hurting at the faintest pressure
bearing a crimson sea underneath
stifling a sorrowful cry
A sharp edged knife
turned into a bleeding gash
sprouting thorns out of her flesh
weeping salt water out of her veins
Lost between form and absence
the mount and the abyss
red and black
ache and numbness
Torn out of the vacuum,
ensnared among elastic emotions
soul-bearing wounds bleed everywhere
igniting light to kill the faithful remedy.
Copyrights © Senali Perera | 12.8.2016
Blood and Sunrays 