Silver Spoons
By WillowGreybird
There were things inside I was dying to kill.
Trapped within my mind with darkness near,
I tried to tread lightly,
But demons always hear.
To drown her sorrows in amber liquid-
She knew no better way.
She sought solace in sundown,
No needle need ever beg her to stay.
Night lost,
High cost.
I fell to sleep too soon to see
That Death beat his wings for me.
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Copyright 2016 WillowGreybird
Published on Thursday, May 26, 2016.
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