a poem by me titled Black Rose

Black Rose

And there it was,
All of the emotions coming back,
As if a flood of black water came to overwhelm me,
The pain,
The guilt,
The anger,
The shame,
Everything stowed away came crashing all at once.
Hidden behind a wall built by the zombie of my former self,
He who once lived day in and day out blissfully ignorant of the world around him,
Solely tunneled on the few trivial things that made him feel more alive than he truly was,
Ignorant of the man he was so keen on chasing and devouring,
Hoping to one day become him,
Wearing mask everywhere he went to hide his truly hideous identity,
Always hungry and always starving,
Never to be satiated.
Hope still exists.