three fourteen

 Darkness is my closest friend, and that is always when the voices come to talk with me again. Coldness is so comfortable like a lovers kiss yet when i think of you it often has the familiar feel of loneliness and her cruel caress.
Silence is all too often so very misunderstood and sanctity a frail facade that may be leaving me for good. Addiction keeps me company when the others they all fail and with absolute certianty she’ll guide me to a sacred spot in the poshest part of hell.
Faith is for the faithful, and pleasure is always filled with pain, temptation is so often lurking in the functionally deranged. 
Love is for the lovers, the foolish, the dreamers,  and the damned.
And the demons are always supportive of any misplaced final stand. 
The distractions are illusions and the meaning mostly lies. So it’s in the darkness I feel safe,  insane, alone and some how still alive. 
And the metal it is glistening,  and the drink is all but gone, and the Sadness has decided that Apathy is now the ruling diety and decided to move on.
As the liars sell salvation, charletons sell pills, some sell our virtue for more dirty little thrills.  And it’s when nothing matters, and everyone is still that I can hear them laughing both in heaven and in hell.
The wind is singing softly, and desperation settles in. The decades lost to nothingness drowning in the sins.   And the wicked have all but faded as the righteous run and hide.
Slumber finally settles in as the darkness she begins to swallow me and the voices quietly say good bye.

5 Replies to “three fourteen”

  1. Beautiful write with oh so many meanings within.
    The darkness is a lover that gives the greatest thrills……

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