Truth speaks in darkest eloquence, of all the things I fear. While leaning ever close to me, she whispers in my ear. ~ “A penny for your thoughts dear boy,
if any were to care.
For even now spurned lover’s tears, lay drying in your hair. Now proudly on your throne of ash, with not one lesson learned. Built sturdy with false promises, and soot from bridges burned. A souless child, a heart pitch black, I know you all too well. You flaunt your halo and your wings, to hide the fact you fell.” ~ Nathan Hill