dim light (too bright)

in the (screaming) pages of my diary

my lust and my anger on the same sheet

my road (of thought) wandering, but free;

dancing across paper and my (black-lit) smile,

my emotions circle, my (deathly) words

spin(ing forever) in torpor-ific shame;

deadly hate and (more) deadly love,

pages calling (beloved) my undying name,

first kisses bitter(sweet)

last words’ misery and love (tainted)

white paper black words (together)

like myself and you, black and white (stained)

still spin(ing forever) in black-lit shame

pages of thought calling my name

(beloved)