Always, My Black Ooze

My black ooze, you inspire me to write.

How I hate the way you batter me down; my vision

Clouded and misted throughout my life

Stalking me always, my black ooze.


Let me compare you to a terrible night.

Or a creepy moment or a dreadful fright.

You’re always there in mind and sight.

Trapping me always, my black ooze.


Sometimes you’re strong, sometimes you’re weak

Sometimes you blind everything I seek

But when I stop and think of me

I’m stronger, always: my black ooze.

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