I used to stare into that thick black smoke
Scolding the people I couldn't see
Instead of cursing the darkness.
I danced in that smoke
Choking out a cackled no when someone asked if they could join.
Only when She brought a mirror and a lantern
Did I see what I've become.
My skin, polluted from me never realizing that I should have never been there
My eyes, black where white should have been.
I looked as if I lacked any humanity.
There was a savage look to me.
Not untamed but more deranged.
I shouted to the smoke. "Why have you forsaken me?!" Believing that it was all I had.
She looked at me and said something with a smile.
I couldn't hear her. All that I could make of what She had said was the mouthed word hope.
No longer was the flavor of hatred sweet
With that smoke, I am blind
With Her hand I returned to civility
I saw the world with new eyes
I cried black tears
All I have is self-inflicted self-hatred
And Her
((Lol, I actually wrote something else and got carried away while actually typing. =P))
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