Dark Night, Dark Life

January 2, 2018
By , Clackamas, OR

Was the darkest hour in my existence
As the blackened clouds covered the sky,
“Why?” screaming him my reply.
Rain soaked upon my clothing;
Tears drenched my face,
If only I hadn’t asked for space.
Walking on this gloomy night
Pondering why I’m living this life,
I reminded myself I brought a knife.
Being viewed as a walking zombie
People tend to stare,
He whispered;  “Darling, you know they don’t care,”
While twirling his red colored fingers around his horns
Laughing at my misery,
To all of you my death will be seen as a mystery. 

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