DarknessA Poem by BeckIn a self imposed prison cell of one room and young adult embraces his only friend, a needle. The darkness is closing around him.Darkness
The winter wind cries, outside the window pane The shadows of the blowing limbs, only join me in my pain Way down deep within my soul, I see what I've become A single tear falls down my face, the rest of me feels numb Disjointed memories come haunting, of heaven and of hell Tauntingly, they swirl before me, I know them, oh, so well Shadows creep along the walls, animating lies Of all the torture and the pain, all the wheres and whys In this gloomy room I have made, my own prison cell If I leave it now, I know, I will split wide hell My love is gone, my heart is dry, my soul is screaming why Teasingly it calls to me, it is sitting on the table I will draw it up and shoot it, as soon as I am able Not a gun to set me free, just a tiny pill It's my only life these days and I must have my fill As I heat up the spoon and draw up my happiness I hate myself more and more, I only live for this Echoes of the past ring out, they whisper in the wind Go ahead and end it now You don't have a friend Swaying shadows, ghostly moans, My soul is full of hate As the darkness closes in I know it is TO LATE.
Beck
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