Black Nostalgia
Every night and almost everyday
It's somber,wasted appearance
Opaque cold indifference
Accompany me like the plague
Traumatic memories of black nostalgia
Staring out at the devil and the deep blue sea
There's nothing left of me
At times it's pretty
With it's misty eyed forgetfulness
And stone faced noble wickedness
Always somewhere in the distance
But things are not always what they seem
When all is lost for eternity
Wading through the hunter green
Briars ripping my blue jeans
I never expected much of anything
From black nostalgia
No happily ever after
To chronic insomnia
No priceless laughter
Into the throes of passionate wisdom
The wisdom of black nostalgia
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