Writer's block is trying to kill me. xD My only thought on this poem I wrote today is this:

Yay! I finally wrote SOMETHING! Ahem. Let's move on.

Black Slumber

The trees are hanging;
Oh, gnarled and peeling
With fingers of gold.
Scream! Paint it black.
Winter is dancing in sight.

Beneath arctic bitter
They do lie moaning,
The pessimist’s eyes;
Earth, bring thy demons!
A glance has swallowed it all.

And there is a glass;
It’s lifted to time,
Catastrophe ticking:

Pain! (Tick)
Death! (Tock)

This noise—this beckoning;
Light is in slumber.
No! Paint it black;
Demise caresses them,
Those who are sleeping.

Last: silver has fallen;
Away is worldly glow,
And in this siesta,
A black canvas.

Once again I can't decipher it.

*Put's on Pink Floyd's "Time".*

Pain! (Tick)
Death! (Tock)

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... Genius... o.o