Dark Poetry

Burning Ashes

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When you’re surrounded by darkness,

nothing brings in the light –

and she preferred that over me,

she preferred that over everything

that I was willing to give with all my might.

I burn this cigarette once again,

though I’ve promised that I wouldn’t –

hoping that the bitter burn will erase away

this love that I can’t seem to keep hidden.

Darkness descends still despite my efforts;

who was I kidding –

love wasn’t meant to be for a harlot.

Love wasn’t meant to be for a demon –

for that’s what I am,

heed this omen.

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