The Darkest Hour

Time begins to weep as the story draws near and upon the mist, I find the drawer empty and the gun loaded to the hilt.  I am in sorrow and the suicide in me becomes more chaotic ever day.  I am sorrowful and grieving for a dove that I once lost.  I am full blown and addicted to her and her name is Lola and I lost her twice in my life.  I am over her now and in that life, I found her tweaking with me to drugs and that meant a life lost in the above.  I once found her smiling from the dog parking itself on me and then it was lost when I beat that dog so ferociously.  I told her one day that all was fine and the story went on and to tell it that way is to be of fantasy, for I loved her once and that is the end of the tale and to spend it that way is to say something else.  That I loved her all the way even if all was lost.  Be good my darling, for I am in love with someone else now.  Ciao