Leather cool upon my skin,
Along in striding steps.
Frosted hands, a blatant sin,
Controlled, departed breaths.
Give them back so I am free,
A truth as if I'm right.
To save myself, a feeble plea
To show I cannot fight.
At twelve at night, a sober flight
Around the streets of trash.
The evil comes to take my life;
I take the pill and shaft.
Useless lay the weapons be,
As all I do is fight.
But all I do is fail to see
The way I tread from light.
The weapons die and all I do
Is merely roam the road.
Leather jacket tightly to
My frailly shaking bones.
I turn my back against the dark
And calmly close my eyes,
To see the smirk of evil's work
In creeping, shallow strides.
I see the black is closing in;
I merely run and leap.
I dodge and weave from all the sin
And run until I see,
The orb of light descending far
Beyond of where I know,
I find the light, a distant star
Away from where it goes.
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PoetryMy thoughts of depression and happiness is adorned throughout the way I write poetry. :)
