Monday, March 12, 2012

The Demon in the Black Pants

One of hopefully many:

Cold surrounds him,
He lifts it unmercifully,
Again and Again, the cycle,
Never ending.

This area has a uncertain,
Familiarity. Grey unyielding,
This metallic cage is both a source of,
Nourishment and of questionable,

Ironic how he wears both the colors of life and death,
For he is stuck in a,
Quagmire of his own self-loathing. Breaking,
free only worsens the situation, so
Once more he dawns the Black Pants.

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