Love of The Light

She's sat in that skin of hers
for too long holding
a handful of glass and cash,
blowing it all on kaleidoscope stones
she thought would give her
beautiful peace,
instead they became her
demons of destitution.

Their teeth sunk in deep
like a needle drawing blood,
she had no way of letting go
from the feeling of ecstasy
that they gave her;
the escape from reality
was all too real.

She spent her days and nights
lost in one world after the next,
trying to make her bed in one place,
only to find herself in another,
where the room was built
for sex and money.

She started to think of ways
she could get off
the hook and hold
of the demons living in her eyes,
but she couldn't see
who to turn to
as the darkness consumed
all colour
and took away her
ability to find
the love of the light.