I'd watch the glow
That took form of embers
In-between my fingers
And savor the cyanide
That would hug my lungs
When I'd pray for dusk
And the moonlight would meet the shadows
The room became a Cinema
With warped motion
And demons that fed me a script
I remember the snow
That melted upon the forest
And took me from home
And lost me in the dark
As I slipped
Into sadness and slumber
The colors would dance
Behind jaded drapes
Just for the sun to kiss my scars
And my sickness
To beg for one more night
©toxicity
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