Black Star

To dream a life of pleasure,
Reside a world of hell.
Demands partial reason,
Denies existence well.
A star so dimly lit,
Still reached the darkest soul.
And in her heart he bit,
Consumed it, left a hole.

© Delia Ross. 2010

Published by PoeEternal

I'm gone. Maybe it's like I never existed at all.

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