Strongside, Darkside [poems 34/36]
Strongside, Darkside
He thought that he could buy his strength
By the bottle
A debt to be paid only in blood
And as his power grew,
The things we held together
Withered to nothing
But I always knew
you’d break my heart in the end
always the first to leave, flee
running towards the dark unknown
a trail soaked in borrowed blood
was it worth it?
Every red-tinged drop a step further away from me
Ripping away all that was left
Burning the bridges of your past
So that you could start anew
Burning the past events that transpired here
On this lone back road in the early hours of the morning
In this span of endless night
Burning past the father, making ashes of the son
Shotguns we held no longer exist
Water we blessed, no longer pure
Fire, nothing but coal
And the sum of all these things
Is forever falling down a dark abyss
His cries for help or salvation
Fall with him seamlessly,
Into the nothingness