Dressed in your scars <br />You sit in dark bars <br />Only lit by cigars <br />And false smile. <br />Your dungeon <br />Without standing trial. <br />You drink to her memory in style. <br />And as the Brandy kicks in <br />You allow a wry grin <br />For the joy <br />That you only stole. <br />As she dances <br />In the darkness of your soul. <br />And as you find <br />The lost eyes of an alcoholic <br />You'll bear the lies <br />And drunken promise that he preaches. <br />You realise that now your life <br />Is just shambolic. <br />To feel again <br />Lessons of pain <br />This sweet life teaches. <br />You're on the edge <br />You walk the ledge <br />To a silent drum roll. <br />As she dances <br />In the darkness of your soul.<br /><br />Kevin East<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/darkness-75/
