BLACK CARNIVAL.

'black carnival.'

Dreamscapes collide
blur the edges,
the canvass of carnage
a carnival,

I sleep
one eye open,
watch death patiently pace
my shallow sanctuary.

I fall thro' the keyhole
of indifference, maybe
it's better to go
than wake the wanton wanderings of

my vacant heart.

The bed of nails aches
for my penance,
the genius of sorrow
embedded
from being born.

I cry.

Madness made immortal
by the shatter of what was left behind:

humankind.

© 2007 Michael J. Earnshaw