Little darlin'
 
 
 I hear it in all the things you don’t say,
 
 
 the pain that never goes away.
 
 
 How the brightest days grow dark
 
 
and the darkest days go stark
 
 
with memories of who you were
 
 
way before everything blurred 
 
 
into one nightmare of incredulity
 
 
when life couldn’t be dealt with lucidly
 
 
and all you wanted was nothing you could keep.
 
 
 Everything you’ve lost creeps in your sleep.
 
 
 What you’d give to turn back time or life
 
 
but time machine heroes are full of lies
 
 
tempting you toward a fate that jeopardizes
 
 
who you are, little darlin'.

Sascha Darlington