He stumbles home alone one night
The demons screaming in his blood
His soul soild by what she's done
The stairs are liquid beneath his feet
The door a swirling portal
Water swelling in his eyes
His mind seed only one option
Then on his knees before his bed
He pounds the place where she once slept
He curses life and love and him
One last time tonight
The snake winds tightly 'round his throat
Whispering evil comfort
Demons laughing through his veins
Cheering on his choice
The snake pulls tight with finality
And all of this because
Of
The drinking of the Midnight Wine
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Poems Of The Feather Pen #Wattys2016
PoetryA collection of poems from the mind of me
