A Thorn of Wisdom

There’s dark here, dark enough and just the pain you love. Your reflection is a dying me. Use it well and flee from me. You hide your hair from victims and stoop to drink straight from them. I know my heart flows away from thee. And wounded tears come crashing down. I sometimes enjoy solitude. Inspecting her shame keeps me amused. Leave the world and pain to me. And keep your soul far from sleep. And ghost turned against ghost. I lay for you and I was choked. The cost to me being more than I had to bestow. I sometimes enjoy solitude.