The Morning After

A night
Of noises
Deafening, lights
Blinding, blinking
Swirling, alien-like
Flashy, incredibly
Pulling towards
Its depth
Throaty voices
Daunting, heaving
Images, frightful
Senses Tamed
By cruel

The morning after
Sharp points
Of sunlight
Force their
Way through
Eyes shut
That never
Would open
And ever
Let you

The morning after
Was another
Excuse to
Die slowly
Your eyes
Reflecting great
Pain looking
Straight to
Mine asking
For some
Forgiveness, I
Lay there
Enjoying every
Moment Of


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