Name: Black
Author: m&m

Dark

Black

So here we sit. Playing that game again. Distraction to life. I shut my eyes to see you, the soldier with pitch black wings standing outside my the door. Never knowing if you are guarding me or awaiting that final moment I decide.

Will you clean up the blood so no one will see or leave it there to smirk at the ones that will discover me. Will it be enough gore for your evil heart? Or do you need that pound of flesh for all to see?

Chess was never my game. Though life treated me just the same. Why is there light when I close the door. Why is there love when I have never felt it before.

So soldier outside, if I ask will you help. I am such a coward. Never do anything right. The glass half full is such bullshit. Rather use it to make that needed necessary slit.

Get over it. Get under it. Get on top of it. Do you fucken live in a bubble. Have you seen your shit? Mine I've grown use to. Know nothing besides. Emoji my love your perfect for my look on the outside.

We are all born blind and choose to be deaf. I choose my soldier. Now where is that knife....