A simple crisp night, flowing with ease
Laughter, liquor, and good times
Bass pounding and shaking the foundation
Living life to its fullest measure of possibilities
The darkness settles into my bloodstream
Like the swift motion of satan sweeping into human life
The shadows begin to overrule my control
NOT TOADY SATAN
as I sit there in a numb stupor
My body is in a trance
Hollow in a shell, yet, you can hear the faint drumming of existence
Flesh
Sweet, soft, vulnerable
Creeping claws delve into the pure cotto
NOT TODAY SATAN
Leaving imprints not seen by the naked eye
You would need a microscope to seek it remains
Rendering you useless and cuffed to regrets
Clinging on as if time could halt this notion
tainted...
What was once simple is now cursed
Now the smallest particles roam the surface, internally menacing
NOT TODAY
Haunting the mind on repeat like the constant waves crashing on the gray sand
time...
Can repair or destroy, by taking a chance with probability itself
Does it heal wounds? Or does it brand the memory into the innocent?
NO
Forever recovering from what was simple
To be never ending scars of a tragic fatality
Goodbye
About the Creator
Sierra Frock
I’m always optimistic and on the search for adventure
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