The Dove
Beaten broken bruised and abused
Wandered in silence knowing the used
Life was not that one he had longed
Needed more wanted more craving so strong
Vivacity left such little choice
Opting he chose and listened the voice
Defeat was soon seen the beginning was meth
Jousted off reason from now mind new fresh
Held it in tightly cancelled out noise
New found freedoms comfortable poise
Relaxed sedulity faded to rest
That wanting his longing a craving the test
Sensing soon the rush would impair
Held it in deeper drowned out despair
Faint whispers of time still linger the air
Silent chord struck his reality's there
Single minute dawned to all that was left
Soon escaped lung a last dying breath
A promise he said he gave it his best
Steady battered the drum his aching was death
Heart quickened instant a choice had been done
Sealed his beat and ended the strum
Life weakened now he knew it be done
Knowing his horrors of what had begun
To all he wished well an enemy won
Needed more feeling and knowing of love
Absolute rest he dreamt of above
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