"Be the light in someone's darkest corner. Even when you aren't your own." ~ The Context Kid.
Flames fizzle from the ends of my hair Always the exit of a dark tunnel Never the entrance No one ever WANTS to stay That's what I am Spinning through darkness
Digging through it as if it were someone's empty tomb Always there Steady A constant presence Deep breaths Count back from thirty
Light flows from me on the outside But all there is on the inside Is an internal slash From my heart to mind Seeping out like a broken oil line Inky Smothering Darkness Velvety in texture
Like an untuned guitar string At times it's comforting Something to float in Something that is comforting Other times Obsidian obelisks I watched as my soul Shuddered out of my lukewarm body Impaled on that towering
Lightly thrumming stone A tall tower Full of regrets Full of inner demons Full of everything that I don't want to acknowledge Full of every single dark thing That coats my nightmares And ties my waking hours
In black silk laced ribbons A pretty package to be opened at your whim
Hi I didn't necessarily hear But it looks like you could use a light