Life-Span

Back to the coddling dark
The dystopian, unreliable, destitute dark.
The nighttime life-span,
Of insomnia
Brought upon by shades of the mind.

Escape is not an option this time, no.
Resistance is useless,
But I will not accept this easily, no.
I am just as useless as my efforts to once again hold my color?
Washed out and drowned, I say.

She once called me negative.
I called her a fool,
But who was proven the fool?
The fool or the man who trusted the fool?

Nigh, night has drawn neigh.
And proven that once again,
In the black cellar you shoved me in,
After sorting me out, and shoving me on my feet.

The cruel fleeting bird,
And my blistered broken soles.
The end of a lifetime,
The one ace in the deck.

No flush for this fool at the end of the road.