Silhouette-

-Silhouette of a man in the doorway

-Not the man but a an outline, or a shell,

-Not the real man but at the same time, he’s the man he has been trying to hide from himself.

-His demons are lost in the cascading swirl of painkillers some people call alcohol.

-I am but a young man

-Blissfully unaware of the faint stale smell that I would come to know so well and hate relentlessly

-A smell that has lingered there in the memories of my mind and will b there forever

-The silhouette moves

-I am again blissfully unaware of the small stagger in his steps or the aura of demons around him

-Demons that haunt him so much and bring their pain to me

-Pain, such an unuseful attribute to give

-Makes me wonder about this divine thing we call god, how divine is he?

-The silhouette and I are in the car, speeding through danger as if it was nothing

-Still blissful until the crash

-smoke is all I see my heart pounds, probably the only unblissful time I have

-the silhouette fell asleep

-You’d think he would learn his lesson after these many years

-So u ask me who I am?

-I am pain, I am demons, I am the embodiment of years of having to grow faster than id like

-Just to see the day, when the rest of the man fills in

-Workers Bees can leave

   -Even drones can fly away

      -The Queen is their slave