And over the edge into Hell,
without the glisten of those drops.
A high-stakes game of kiss-and-fell.
Unguided dreams left you hopelessly lost.
An armchair general in charge of nothing.
Permanent guilt; your heart painted frost.
Guileless and forbidden, still you searched.
That end never crystal clear.
Broken and dirty-minded that demon perched.
On your scars he endlessly toyed.
Digging open lost nightmares,
black and swirling back into the void.
A scalding monkey on your back,
exacting his pound of flesh.
Wished for white but it only came in black.
Pale blue skin now.
Left open your redemption,
its fingernails piercing your brow.
This brutal cycle now complete.
You there without a pulse…
hear my soul sigh as the dark cloud settles over me,
see the tears roll, why? my demons won. effortlessly.
defeat -
struck by such a deep hopeless aching,
to claim my victory would only be faking...
a voice -
tearing free from some deep sunken hollow in my mind;
the fading voice of sanity echoes back - in a macabre rhyme...
taunting, mocking: "you knew you were never strong.
let the darkness swallow you; it's were you belong..."
the words spinning around me its poisonous cocoon;
ringing in my ears, my body powerless to its toxic tune.
twirling -
sweeping me up and dragging me down,
the dance of death
scuffling along in a bloodied dressing gown...
the grim audience watching, whispering low:
"come on dear, u want to join us. we know..."
rustling death - their voices melting into one mournful choir;
encircling the dance floor in their gloomiest attire.
pale grey faces hidden behind their deathly masks,
numbness gripping; feel life slipping from my weakened grasp.....
Have A Wicked day My Wicked friends
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