I wanted a black diamond,
for what it said about decadence,
about betrayal,
about the demons from a roaring decade,
many Moons ago,
when I had stunted happiness,
but believed it to be the living end,
Perhaps it was something more than indulgent,
they would say it was reprehensible,
but it was dark,
cognizant of mortality,
unafraid of the consequences of morbidity,
I loved my life back then,
empty at times,
void of complete contentment,
righteous and rich in my reasoning,
But I think I had no sense of sentiment,
it may have been as simple as that,
mighty in my misery,
maybe only for sport
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