Paint It Black Poem by Daniel Hooks

Your life’s turning old.
The mirrors becoming cold cracked and frozen to the touch
it’s all becoming too much.
Your life’s dangling by a thread.
Living life under the murmur of dread
heartaches never far away
From your bleeding heart
Which makes you a restless sleeper a midnight weeper.
You creep like a sleep walker
Stalking life like it’s your prey.
All day and all night you loose sight of all you wanted.
It bleeds into decay.
Into disarray.
Chaos and pandemonium are tethered to your skin
ripping you like thorns from a rose which never blooms
you have an angry soul like a womb in which have no room to roam.
Or to breathe.
Take heed, take faith, or live life like a ghost or wraith
what you want you can have
or at least grab an opportunity from this life you lead
or seek immunity like its like a disease.
Try to please yourself and your lovers but don’t go over board
or your mind will be split by the sword of self denial
so smile or paint it black its your choice!