His skin was dark as tar,
His heart a deep, dark jar.
On his face was a smile,
As much as he lived on a dark isle.
He lived like a king,
Soaring high on an eagle’s wing.
Joy to the world he gave,
Spreading it by a mere wave.
No one saw the devil beneath his skin
So with open arms they let him in.
He walked with a gait,
Thinking he could control fate.
He was too proud
Living a life so loud.
He was a true friend indeed,
Always there in the time of need.
But in between us developed a sore
That made everything sour.
From his life I was banned
As if nothing ever occurred.
I gave him my heart,
And he tore it apart.
Into my heart, he drove a pin
And later threw it in a bin.
Now fear trickles down my spine.
Prohibiting me from being fine.
I wish I could take it all back.
And get my life back on track…