Why is it that pain stands out
Like a single raindrop from the sky
But joy and happiness always
Seem to evaporate
Before one's very eyes?
Is it a destiny that one
Must face, and always seem
To face all alone?
Is it a punishment of sorts,
Perhaps a game within
One's own mind?
Or is it a reality that
Only a very few truly know?
Is normality always feeling slain,
Drained of pure heart
And soft whispers?
Of lying in a bed of thorns,
Sucking the blood that
Sustains your very life?
Is it normal to feel your soul
A complete void, an abyss
Of emptiness, hollow and barren?
Or to rise each day,
Wishing you never had?
Is darkness a figment of
Who we are, or maybe
Of who we are to become?
No it is not. Darkness is real.
It is all consuming.
It is never-ending.
It is my entire being.
And to the darkness,
I eternally bow before it,
For It is what owns me.
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Written April 12th, 2006
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very nice job
whoa... that was intense. fantastic word choice and flow to this piece. i really liked it. the first stanza and the last are my favorite parts. questioning what is the darkness, nice ideas.. i'm not quite sure what it is myself, but i know it lies withing my soul. ::shrugs:: anyway, hope you find the answers you've been looking for, great job on this and best of luck to you with your continued writing!
~love-music-darkness
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