Like deaths co-conspirator on some hazy afternoon <br />Evil awaits darkness to bloom <br />Receding into a silence of doom <br />A disturbing echo too near to death <br />With a memory not far from the surface <br />Itching to impose its last breath <br />What a shrewd appraisal beckons our call <br />As if things will play themselves out before the fall <br />What ulterior motive can show an interior sin <br />With borrowed sorrow that no one can imagine <br />In an eerie sense of a magical conclusion <br />The sun turns to ebony without an illusion <br />Pains archrival hastens to expose its uniqueness <br />Would it be pretentious to show our weakness <br />Evil handcuffs pity with a ball and chain <br />Thrown into a dungeon of despair by a black hurricane <br />With fearless claws it drags you down <br />Flashing a smirk that could be mistaken for a frown <br />The brutality of common sense escapes like a convict <br />An agent of delirium that no one can restrict <br />Our coffins are the same length and width <br />The prince of darkness no longer a myth <br />A delusional sense is hurdled down a frozen path <br />As if parallel lives are sunk into its wrath <br />A life set on fire for the purpose of blame <br />Then there are only losers in this game<br /><br />Alfred Ramos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-dark-side-3/
