![]() DarknessA Poem by Beck![]() In 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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