Murder of a Socialite

painfully conversing with this black abyss

feeling all but suicidal.

tickled by it’s whisper, 

shunned by it’s pride.

living through it’s wrath of destruction,

stuck in the realization of it’s loneliness.

wading in it’s sterile water,

drinking it’s contaminates.

lights off, dancing with it’s eerie music,

getting lost in it’s mystery.

letting it’s black ink write across my skin,

breathing and absorbing it’s every word.

living on it’s broken promises,

and waiting on it’s lies.

surviving it’s contemporary music,

but struggling through it’s freestyle dance.

sleeping in it’s restless confusion,

cuddling with it’s filth.

alone in it’s dreadful companionship.

painfully conversing with this black abyss,

feeling all but alive.