--By Junior L.
Has it ever occurred that pain has no understanding,
it creeps at your agony,
to go into the depths of your essence,
will you find that its pure?
perhaps love is truth,
eyes that keep me up at night,
the echo of my beauty is a paradox,
I was the witness to my own destruction,
I watched, and watched and watched and watched,
as my soul was teared apart piece by piece,
shred by shred,
until there was nothing but the essence of truth,
truth led the light deeper into my darkness,
and like the butterfly that went through her phases,
I am out of my cocoon,
took me long enough,
the essence of my agony spoke to my soul,
no beauty left for the devil,
his usual cigar is on his hands,
always approaching in his eerie walk,
" Puff, puff, puff, mm, Great cigar." said He,
the essence of truth indeed,
In my heart that is.