Tuesday, February 18, 2014

The Darkness

A broken man
With a broken heart
Tried to break his body
So it would fit the part

What he felt inside
Didn't fit his face
He emitted radiance
He was full of grace

But he felt all alone
He wanted you there
His comfortable poison
You, without care

You hollowed him out
Left addiction and he
The only companionship
He could possibly see

So he drank it away
His light, his spark
He smoked and he snorted
Until all was dark

Cerra Hawkins

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