It was black like the left side of the moon

I wanted to love the darkness, the abyss

Like on a tragic stormy afternoon

I hate how much I love the night rides

When the wind whispers about the peace

And of the ebb and flow of the ocean beach tides

It was as if the oxygen breathed in the toxins

Every particle, every sin from the smoke-filled air

As the disease that invaded my mind worsens

She told me about the demons on the right side of hell

What an irresponsible thought

I would die before I love the charcoal bars behind a cell

I want to cut off both sides of her smile

She believes herself as an immortal

But her mind is ill like a blood stricken tile

I want to leave her screaming in the locked room

To let her live, breathe, and cry

And die—

When she takes a last breath and begs to return to her desolate tomb