Into the Forgotten

Settling into the darkest corner of his mind
I feel shrouded in it’s pressure rising over me,
Lost in the rape of certainty, I wonder
Deeper into an illustration of a time,
Utopian in my sight,
Empty upon touch, but struck me
Like the vipered apple,
A delicious burst, before it’s rupture,
One last breath, and I’ve sunk
To the bottom, forgotten.

©DorianPoe 2015