No Silver Linings by Dave Rendle

Golden brown and silver foil,
took some dear friends far away,
deadly seducers of illusion,
freezing and numbing souls,
sending senses into endless sleep,
allowing brothers to run out of steam,
after releasing poison into veins,
voices left eternally in disarray.

In the morning and dusk,
lights went out, compasses lost,
in cold sweats demons vapour called,
sadness became a pleading cry,
riding waves of oblivion,
spreading sorrow and tears,
shooting up deadly obsession,
instead of love, destruction called,
navigating kinsmen to goodbye’s door.

I remember now as Novembers rain falls,
how their breathes slipped away.
memories that still run deep,
seduced and taken into infinite depths,
crying inside but lost outside,
innocents who pushed too hard,
who speak to me now only in dream.

May perilous journeys act as warnings,
because Mr Brown is such bad company,
a negator of life a creator of ruin,
leaving to many holes of emptiness,
a beautiful flower when grown in wild,
but on the streets, spreads to much hurt.