I miss the darkness
Inside of me
Though I moved on
I now can see
I left behind
A part of me
In times long past
My only friend
Me and my darkness
Until the end
I miss the darkness
Down in my soul
I miss the darkness
Its complete control
No way to look
But straight up high
When in darkness
Light is a lie
Though I’m glad
a better life I chose
I miss the darkness
From which I rose
Gus Phillips parked himself in the chair by Killy, smoothing down his expensive dress shirt in the process. He’d colored his hair again, a vivid mixture of blue, gold, and green, probably thinking the edgy look meant successful rock manager. Bottle of imported sparkling water in hand, he wrinkled his nose and swatted at something Killian couldn’t see. “Why are you outside? You hardly ever come out here.” Yup, still the same indoor kind of guy Killy and Elliot hired when their mother’s former manager tried to take over their lives. He’d always struck the Desmond boys as high maintenance, even before they’d lined his pockets, enabling him to live the lifestyle to which he’d become accustomed.
Gus took a delicate sip of his water, professionally manicured nails shining in the sunlight. “We need to discuss your future.”
That’s what Mom’s manager had said.
What was the use of having a big-assed house in the Hollywood hills and a pretentious patio garden with a pool if Killy didn’t intend to use them? Even though the flowers were ugly to him, the lawn too well-groomed, and everything too fucking bright. Until now he’d been content to curse the sun on his face and do absolutely nothing.
Except scribble words on paper, a habit he’d tried so hard to stop, but never succeeded. Words, tunes, harmonies invaded his dreams, his every waking moment.
His brother’s voice, his brother’s bass.
Ace’s keyboards.
Gone. Silenced forever.
