D) manuscript found in darkness

Clawed fingers
of silver tipped steel
Stiletto stab
at the sinews of my flesh
Bleeding poison
into the dark corners of night.
Blisters ripple
through the streets of my skin
And burn
in the valley
of my heart.

Tears splash
onto the celluloid ceramic carcass,
The perfection you have made of yourself,
The hollow shell
of tabloid beauty,
3-D Technicolor
video dream.

Tremors of the past run across my palm;
"Steady as a rock" on shifting sands.
Cascade catastrophe
tumbles forth
Into milk white madness,
Until all I can see
is the blood.

Dressed in leather.
Named for the darkness,
And the secret affliction
You keep locked up
In a golden case
Clasped to your breast.

Wretched symphony of death,
Mumble and mew
In static filtered
Noise.
Nothing but a shuffle
In this universe of sound.

And in the end,
In the end
All we are
Is the promise of dusk
On the morning breeze.