A spark lit your waiting anger
A jolt to your heart and your ease was no longer
There
to let you parade in rays of sun
Light
stolen by your own greed
Asleep
deep within your core,
A whore of your soul

Poor sensitivity lacking embrace,
Turning to deprive other eyes of their glow,
Other minds of their air
and
Feeding your own blackness,
Eating the resting void between two
Faces
Just echoes of behaviour and thought,
Displaying nothing in their own mind

But truth is never kind
The blow was loud and made you cringe
Eyes closing to save whatever pieces could stay within
Your slanting shoulders showing cores regret
But the last words from your mouth I'll be sure to forget.