This is my latest poem; it is written from a dark place. It is probably the most gloomy, yet awe inspiring piece to date.

The sun does not shine,
Always cold outside.
No one spoke kind words;
Smiles exist only in paintings.
Birds hum no melodies,
Darkness all day long!
As dragons breathe fire;
Lungs black.
For some this place exists...
Picture this:
The moon brought no light,
Heat from each exhale.
Warmth comes from spirits;
Drink anger and it appears.
Black crow sightings are frequent,
Sight exists why?
Addictions are commonplace;
Liver wants to quit.
For some this place exists...
I, on the other hand,
Have been fortunate enough to know you.
Happiness is legal;
It blossoms, it's true .