The light will always be a friend

 Because the light 

Was my friend.

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I used to have dreams where 

My 

Head went for comfort 

and 

No dark thing could touch 

Me.

(Because the light was 

My friend.) 

Then came the ugly 

truth 

No pretty lie of life 

could 

Hope to touch as much 

as 

Death.

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Soon enough angels

quit 

Hangin around Outside my 

window 

Chain-smokin cigarettes and 

singing 

Songs ( that only souls can 

Hear )

to sooth my savage head to 

Sleep. 

(and yes love..the abyss 

is 

Truly deep.) 

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Now I sit at a dusty 

Table 

With saints and sinners 

and am torn about 

the 

Merits of their debates 

Because both arguments 

intrigue me. 

But

Hero...villain..

Monster...angel...?

Whatever I choose...

The dark things will 

Never 

Touch my heart again! 

(and the light will always 

Be a friend.)