Russell's Fight

My imaginary friend, Russell, killed his father. A taboo in our conversation was crafted into a poem for your reading pleasure.

Russell's Fight

His struggle was lonely

His pain, he felt

His anger was under the lamp

Burn in flames like in hell

The darkness penetrates his light

It is all in Russell's fight

This is the end. Beautiful friend. This is the end. My only friend, the end. Of our elaborate plans, the end. Of everything that stands, the end. No safety or surprise, the end. I'll never look into your eyes again. Can you picture what will be? So limitless and free. Desperately in need of some stranger's hand in a desperate land. -The End (The Doors)