I’m chasing my shadow
hoping it will combine togther
in balance with the whole my inner being,
scared and terrified,
I just look it walked.
The moon turned to blood
and like the virgin blood to a vampire
was impossible to resistand I was like a mute howl,
doomed, desperating cry
at the black sky.
© Diana Mistera 2009
What a wonderful, moving poem again!
ReplyDeleteI haven't read your site recently, but I will definitely catch up with it - these works are absolutely stunning:)
thanx really much :)
ReplyDeleteDear Diana!
ReplyDeleteI'm one Hungaryan dark ang goth boy from Tatabánya city (Budapest to 60 Km). Your blog very boutiful
and perfect pictures.
I'm poet dark and goth stil, from
www.darkversek.blogspot.com
(Hungarian language).
Good bye and kiss you!