A Mellow Companion
As quiet at it was,
The night couldn't be anymore broad and simple.
Darkness settled in, a depressed fellow with a lot of contained rage. But to me, a mellow companion. I lay in a daze as I scavenge the empty grimace of the mind, but I feel disturb. I stare long into the dark, what is suppose to be me and it looks back with more intensity but I begin to paint. I splurge colors of my past on to it, I am truly a master of my art. Not long into this master piece my eyes become drowsy and heavy, they are losing life so I let them die. I too fade and I know nothing anymore but I am comfortable and I begin to be wrapped in the fluffyness of the dark.
© M.X.M
The night couldn't be anymore broad and simple.
Darkness settled in, a depressed fellow with a lot of contained rage. But to me, a mellow companion. I lay in a daze as I scavenge the empty grimace of the mind, but I feel disturb. I stare long into the dark, what is suppose to be me and it looks back with more intensity but I begin to paint. I splurge colors of my past on to it, I am truly a master of my art. Not long into this master piece my eyes become drowsy and heavy, they are losing life so I let them die. I too fade and I know nothing anymore but I am comfortable and I begin to be wrapped in the fluffyness of the dark.
© M.X.M