His eyes dance across the room,
Seeking, searching for the empty prey,
The simple longing not good enough.

The random cacophony of breath,
Pushes down his spine,
Immobilizing him.

The darkened angel spots him,
Moving with a speed unnatural,
Regrets flowing behind like a tidal wave of remorse.

A series of walls fall down,
Encapsulating the tormented moment,
Locking in the darkness emblazoned in the angels wings.

The whiteness of the walls is confusing,
Reflecting the emptiness and sorrow within the angels eyes,
Black jewels full of a lack of emotion.

The fleeting thought dancing across his mental minefield,
Pivots and nosedives,
The emptiness being absorbed.

The room comes undone,
Black dust spinning through the air,
The monochrome room warming with color.

Elusivefur
05/11/2001
11:23:46 AM