And somewhere he knew,
The villain was him just in different shoes.

Sips like salve,
To soothe the soul,
This liquid life,
Into me is borne.

The elixir of life,
Is a funny thing,
Bitter to taste,
To calm the bitterness within.

A concubine,
It shares my life,
Free will, I fear,
Is a lost device.

In it's love,
Wars were sold
In it's love,
I battle once more.

This tall dark beast,
Is my price for life,
The sin of gluteny,
In my cup of coffee lies.

With every turn of the page,
A new story was told.
The book was almost as interesting,
As the anecdotes of the hands it passed through.

You broke me,
Absolutely and completely.
Your words more powerful than poseidon's trident.
Stabbing my dreams one empty future at a time.

I'm broken, empty and lost,
And I thank you for that,
For leaving me in scraps,
To build myself for tomorrow.
To no longer be vindictive,
To **** my ego.

I've been told to write happier posts,
Of gleaming sheep and daffodils.
So hear me sing of all things good,
Like the colour green and picking toads.

But the happiest bit that I can find,
Is the mortal state of our lonesome life.
The bright light at the end of the tunnel,
The gift of death and end to sorrows.