PJ

The Dark Side of Life

Copyright, PJ

Alone. Alone.
Alone at last.
Tis where my smile dwindles fast.
No longer must a mask i wear,
For here alone — who will care?
I cross the barrier to darkness known to me, to me, to me alone.
For no one dares to enter here
The dark side of life is what they fear.
They wear their masks day and night.
They keep themselves within the light.
But i dare cross to this world of pain.
Here my tears fall like acid rain.
And form such puddles — dark and deep.
And death i call to come and reap.
For i no longer want to stay
Within this world from day to day.
For i am caught by pain’s sharp knife
Within the walls of
The dark side of life.

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