Dark

Watching scratch marks from a knife blade. Life is light to dark, depending how the time fades. I want black, fuck shade. The absence of color has a bright face. Death before dishonor is read by the coroner. My plead to god is "no contest your honor". Troubled in a bad way, doubled by another day. My heart pumped hate, pores seeped regret, yet the more beads of sweat the more vexed. Ambition gone, soul is next, at the devils bank trying to cash a life check. It bounced but no regret, they always take every ounce until nothings left. Every day is the day after your birthday.... cause things were good yesterday............weren't they? -LIV