Lying at the close
Back of your mind, etched with that regret.
Darkness isn’t much of a threat.
But pray for an unborn spark,
Because what gives you away is starless dark.
Hope ain’t visible,
Not even at the distance of light years.
We will have to fight it through,
With our inner selves to let it go.
The devil residing in there
won’t easily come to bow.
Release the little soul you own
Of all those filthy curses;
Though your wounds won’t be familiar
with the new verses.
But first let the blessings sink in
Only then you will have the sensation,
Close enough to morphine kicking in.
Only the hallucination won’t be virtual ,
Everything you desire for will be real.