I feel that groove, it makes me move …. oh so smooth.
I feel the stares, and I don’t even care …. I leave all my scars bare.
Heck, they all can stare, and they can glare …. but I know that they’re not brave enough to share.
They live in the harsh-vision of daylight, While I reside in the dark, pale moonlight …. ready to bite.
They stay fixated on the blazing sun, chasing the heat, the temptation
They chase the pull, a heavy dose of sensation.
I chase the drama, the allure of self- destruction
I move insidiously, to meet my own abdication.
I stand aroused by the dark beauty that remains …. forever … in me.
I breathe in the tar of self-medication
I smoke the wheel of excuses,
Thus, further drowning in the allure of depression.
Ahhhh, what a delicacy it is indeed …. to blossom in the shadows of the dark …..fascinating.
Poetry
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