Thursday, November 12, 2009


In the darkroom,
Gazing through the dim red glow,
I make your picture perfect face out nice and slow,
In peace and quiet.
I hear the music in my head,
And I think about the life we might have led.

In a dark gloom,
As my mind goes to and fro,
Like a cancer, this love continues to grow.
I can’t deny it.
I remember how you bled,
How I cut you with those careless words that I said.

In my dark tomb,
See your pictures row on row,
See my life pass by without your loving glow,
Forever quiet.
I think it’s time I cut the thread
And accept my place among the living dead.


Shadowthorne said...


ema nymton said...

I didn't know you were into photography...or had a dark room. Well, I know you have a dark room, but not a darkroom. At least, that's what I thought.

Mrs. B. Roth said...

I hate line 13.

But I love the rhyme scheme.

Does your love really continue to grow? It is the love for her or just the desire for love?

I also love Zombies. Mmmm brains.