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Damocles Apr 15
Tasting pungent, brackish tears,
Never satisfied with the depthless darkness,
Tenebrous fingers reaching from the inside out,
Spreading fingers from my chest resemble an autumnal oak,
Leafless and outstretched, yearning for a new death.
And the light, so certain, could set it ablaze,
With its auroral gleam, yet the darkness persists,
Like caramel or toffee,
Glued in with a sickly, messy adhesion.
I yearn to self-immolate, burning as a phoenix,
Shedding these acrimonious ashes and burning like a beacon,
An emancipation from the amorphous tar tendrils,
And a new embrace into the cleansing sun.
no matter how bad it looks, how dark and depressing it gets, the sun has to and will always shine again.
Graham Oct 2019
{Based on true events}

There was a war
An intense battle
My friend was fighting
She always felt an excruciating pain
And she smiled a lot to cover it up
I know this cos we've been friends since childhood
We practically became one
My very own person
Sometimes she felt like giving up
But I wouldn't let her
So I decided to fight with her
The only way I could have
By being the most annoying person she could've ever loved
I showed up, "Always"
At least for a while I think I made her forget bout it all
A truce would be made during those hours
For she was at peace
On a good Friday
She told me she wanted to dance
And I was like "hell no, you don't know how to dance anything"
She laughed.
I whipped out my phone played "Mirrors by JT"
May I have this dance mi'lady?
We both laughed.
Slow dancing our way through the moment
"I don't wanna lose you now
I'm looking right at the other half of me" ♬♬
She started crying
Emotional hazard like me, I started crying too
Then wey hugged like we'd never before
Then we kissed
For the first time
I kissed my best friend
And also for the last time
For there was a war inside her that was made of her.

— The End —