--- I never make a promise, but you have my good intent ---
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I created a beast
from the shadows in dark nights,
in a realm where the reckless rule,
intent on the pursuit
of pleasure and gratification,
stolen from them in the days they went to school.
Since I could not staunch the bleeding of my disconnected roots,
bleeding from vulnerable turned rebellion,
‘twas the lack of understanding, yet comprehending so damn much,
I chose to inhale the fiery notes of midnight,
yes, I breathed deeply, drew in the music from his proffered flute.
Here I burn for truth, here I burn for love,
here my soul flies unhindered with the passing of the stars,
frankness decimates my heaven, drawn on paper made of straw,
acid rain is falling, falling, I’m fragmented, broken, raw.
Yet the beast that is borne from the shadows of your dark nights,
protects you if you will or won’t, in his singular toxic way.
He takes you down to the lowest ground,
dissolves your thoughts in passion, common sense and awe,
he shows you the truth in whispers, woven through with stings of clarity,
the feeling of truly being alive when to yourself alone you are sworn.
And 'though you'll pay 'til the end of your day
should you ever misjudge his stealth,
he hands you too, your legacy,
what will I leave behind in my wake.....