By: Damien Knight

is wide awake dreaming
is a crowded room alone
is darkness light
is lost never found
the oxymoron is
this dead life that
I keep insiting upon
black blood drips
upon her delicate
pale living flesh
and I slip
into a realistic fantasy
as the death mixes
with her life
a pleasurable sea
but eventually I awake
and the oxymorons
are all dried up
with my empty tears

One comment on “Oxymorons

  1. Oxymoron, one of the best term


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