Something dark

Seconds passing in this minute As I watch the hour slip away into an uneventful day Circumstances, second chances gone as long as any could remember cold and bittersweet December prodding, laughing, crying try your smiling ways, but friend these are the darker days Soon regretting, never letting present over past, it is upsetting to your overall demeanor hungry, leaner soon you scamper out but always with an itching, biting doubt You see a light that flickers candle wicks and stickers from your childhood more a grief than good, as you recall walk up the walls Blundering, yes, sundering the ties with all the bridges burned, eventually you learned truly, you've earned your misery thus spurned you lie Mark Burton December 17th, 2003, 11:20 P.M.