Lyrics/poem by Jon Wolotsky
Cold and dark and shameful,
This world can often be
The dark one loves to play his games
Toying with our sanity
He lives inside the bad days,
Cold wars and broken homes
Hiding in shadows of
Those who kneel before his charcoal throne.
He feeds on poverty, famine, disease
On addicts who’ve lost all control
Amused by miscarriage, martyrs, and malice
Filling the depths of his charcoal soul.
In the father who beats his children
And the mother who cheats on him
Daughters who decide to sell themselves
And suns guzzling straight gin.
*At first I thought this wasn’t finished, but I almost like it better as a short piece, as a poem or a song. I think it definitely needs like maybe just one more (in place of another) stanza to kind of conclude it, maybe on a lighter note. But I definitely think it has potential to be about like the addiction as a kind of entity living inside all the horrible, evil things on this Earth. I haven’t decided if I’m going to end it by finding the good amongst all the bad in the world, or just keep it as a darker, more eye-opening piece. Any suggestions are much appreciated.