Trance.

Maimed, invisible; once
invincible, ever mortal
skin.
Eyes praise to sin; drowning
pale light within.
Dawn, a new day in
darkness,
Sparkless until the
light is free.

Can't see; laughing lunatic,
Frantic fanatic, what can
you really teach?
So much for speech, cutting,
etching layers;
Distant prayers yearn in
silence,
Bound in violence, crimson
stained trance.

Dance, undulating the whole
thing down,
Drown the sore; free the best,
Immortal craving, immoral
feast.
Ever more 'til the very
last has ceased...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
1/3/2012