I sit in the darkness,
Waiting for the dawn.
Demons crawl around my feet,
Picking at dry skin
And feeding off the grime.
They do not look at me,
Conscious of my scorn.
In the darkest recesses of my mind,
Crawl the hypocrites, feasting on lies,
And defecating truth.
Old lovers smile sweetly,
From other beds.
The greedy feast on my sorrow,
While claiming Bulimia.
The selfish profess love,
As they fill their pockets
With pieces of my heart.
The honest fled in terror
Moons ago.
But soon the dawn will come
And with the light,
Banish all my dearest friends
Until tonight.
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Owain Glyn
