Where have you been?Mature

In which I decide to visit old acquaintances.

A loss of idealogy,
Morality and vitality.
Nothings seeping out of me,
I'm just an empty shell.

Everything is harrowing,
My eyes, they can't stop staring,
I just keep on burning,
Maybe I'll turn to ash.

So I hit it again,
Breath deep, treat the smoke,
Like an old old friend.
I invite him back in.

Into my lungs, to begin,
Change my view, take my sins,
erase them all, begin again.
Hello Darkness, my old friend.

The End

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