Her Hero

mulac

The waves of doubt build and crash
They fight the endless tide that I thought was subsiding
With each surge comes more intent

Dilapidation, with its sly wit
Encompasses my narrow mind and my selfish heart
As I walk to see my old friend

A gang of youth, beckoning fate
Hereditary anger and a dissatisfied mind
Breeds judgmental eyes that would stare down the sun

Each step is getting gradually shorter
Indicative of my wandering desire
To distance myself from the vile escape

I reach the place that he calls home
He once possessed a glistening aura that could inspire a god
But potential always escapes with its hope intact

The door hangs dauntingly ajar
Revealing the smell of ambiguity and indifference
But any sense of security is a cunning ruse

A realisation of shock rushes to my eyes
His home as bare and as baron as his plan for tomorrow
One mattress and one bucket and one biting enslavement

The vacillating vagary I read from his eyes
Perfectly compliments his Duchenne smile
With a spiralling conflict that subdues his conscious

But as he peaks, the wrath of the black beast
Combined with a guilt and an introspection cutting so deep
Awaits him on his fall

Addiction has trapped him outside his mind
Where the lines guiltlessly stray and dance to an imagined rhythm
Played by the devil himself