Walking down a lonely street
But none as much as lonely
Darkness grips his soul
‘Ha’ he grins sadly
I find comfort in such moments
Just fight of those demons. And….
There they always will be.
Taking his heart in their cold claws
Poor sad man
Brave enough to offer his soul
Scared enough to feel
Feelings he shouldn’t have
And he dares to open the box
Was it Pandora’s?
Yet….he feels the black
Within his heart….so black. So cold
Like ice cold fingers wringing that heart.
‘Ha’ again, and he looks at the moon
Still visible in an orange glow
Street lights in just this small town.
And remembers his past…so sad…so cruel
All in a shadowy past
All in such waves of grief
Yet he argues…of course
Looking at the scarred moon in a bitter sky
Looking down at feet that have been walking forever
He knows that