Going After The Darkness
raising the black halo
and wearing it like a crown
sitting on
the edge of the bed
staring at the yellow paint
when the night gives no
second prizes
when the shadows are
silver tongued
candles all burnt down
empty beer bottles
no more dreams
last drinks
when you chase dreams
all you will find are
ghosts
and they will not speak to you
until you know the secret their death.
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