"Who are you, dark cloaked stranger?
You live in the bottom drawer of my heart
You stalk me by neon light
on murky days drowned in crude oil
I see the gleam of gunmetal blue in your eyes
I see no hands, only ominous black leather
I hear no footfalls, yet you draw closer."
"I am the coal dust that collects
in the pit of your heart,
I am the rust filings rasped from your failures
Every time you ignite success to drive me away
I'm only around the corner
a leisurely cigarette between my fingers
Every time defeat dashes icy water upon you
I'll be up and running, a wolf on blood scent.
And when you're on your knees
alone in the crowded streets
I'll come and stand by you
I'll sit with you by the lonely fire
where you see only the black among the flames
I'll dine with you, though the food be tasteless
I'll sleep by you
though you be wracked with nightmares.
And when you close your eyes
to shut the strength from your soul
and stand at the cliff's edge,I'll push you."
- Copyright © Sandaruwan Madduma Bandara