| A Petty Infatuation with Darkness.
____________________
She cast her
Beam upon me
Hopeful..
that I was
something
other than I.
Yet How can I
be that which
I despise?
(why would
I even TRY?)
___________
A Petty
infatuation
with Darkness
always lasts
until True
Darkness Sets.
Then comes the
"Why's"...and
"should haves".
(followed by
regrets.)
Few know the
Dark like I do..
or look between
the seams to see
what Makes man
a Wretched Thing.
And Fewer still
know this HELL
I fall into.
(every time she
dances through
my Memory.) |
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