To live in The dark

How does one live in the dark

With lives falling with nothing more than a mark

From time to time

And line to rhyme

To fear and death

And faint of breath

The sight of those with inner turmoil

Lives out of control a roaring boil

In the dark they seem to stay

Feelings and love no longer come to play

A sight of a broken shell

Inside a raging hell

Words are nothing more than a sigh

While inside the tears roar to a cry

Knocking back drinks to feel no pain

Last nights shirt nothing more than puke soaked stain

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Why is she so broken of them all

Look at the face on her

Broken cracked far from pure

Lazy nights and broken days

Tear soaked faces are what stays

Here alone is this sight

Of what happens in a broken night.