Dark Night Of The S
An old feeling came back yesterday; It was triggered by a dream. It took him back to how he felt when he was just thirteen.
A claustrophobic darkness, with no air inside the room. Two days almost passed, he knows it wont last - but this feelings a tough one to move.
The first time it came unexpected, a bereavement invited it in. He couldnt explain how it felt to anyone, so decided to keep it all in.
He drowned it with cans of pure butane; Ignorning the words on the back. It said Solvent abuse can kill instantly! - But him - he had no cares for that.
He hushed it with Crime, Risk and Passion; and shiny things, Silver and Gold. He choked it with weed and grew all kinds of seeds, and met people he should not have known.
He lived a life full of extremes, and probably learned more than he should. He said there's a battle between right and wrong, and hes been called onto the side of good.
He said the battle was with demons, and they also sent out a call; it came in the form of a feeling, and was called - 'A Dark Night Of The Soul'.
(It will pass.)
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