© SYL, 2006
Any given Sunday the garlic stakes twist
Around your heart
Your vampire heart – your life sucked dry
By its feeding.
And dreams, like leeches
Drift through thoughts
White, dead
Bloated hope.
Your cracked voice swells.
There is nothing but a husk of shell
No sound but these withered bones.
8 comments:
I have been looking at your artwork and just love it. Your use of black and white is just wonderful!
despite it's darkness (i'm more a cloud-and-butterfly type) i love this poem. powerful.
Very cool use of shading to define form!
That's really nice. I like your ink works very much, and oh my...that Chtlu girl you posted a few posts ago...that's beautiful, full of character :)
Nice drawing indeed Shuku!
Shuku - I your black & white has such a graphic quality - it appeals to me a lot.
Jules.
Very nice artwork!
Congratulations :o)
Take care
Heyas,thanx very much for your interest in joining in the SketchCrawl Malaysia. Please do leave me a contact number in my mail box so that I can confirm the arrangements with you. Cheers!
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