The dark corner
#4 of life there's a cold dark corner in the back of my room, it speaks to me and says i'm coming for you. as i lie on my bed in the fetal position, my eyes are closed hoping and wishing.
Cafe
The door was sort of strange as well, it was a dark, crimson red wood with gold embroided writing. the wood around it, forming the doorway, was a bright pinkish white, which was out of contrast compared to the dark sorroundings.
Darkness...
darkness... my old friend darkness... an old friend. you have come close to making me end my misery. but the light has found me, i have friends, i have family. but even then, you still make an appearence.
Darkness.
darkness i feel the darkness growing. swelling up inside. my life is rather useless. i know i can not hide. the fate which here binds me, the one i can't escape. it pulls me down into that sea, of blood that i've made.
The Darkness
* * * the darkness always comes, it's call to me so strong. and when it does i dance about, for i know that i belong.
Darkness
darkness surrounds apathy abounds life holds no bright light nothing to shine in this endless night. i watch the world turn, watch the waves churn and crash with unbridled force to take everything and leave no remorse.
Darkness
Though he regretted ever stalking that mouse doe, his world had looked brighter, just before plunging into darkness. that's when. . . he met the cat. she was waiting for him, had always been waiting.
Darkness
darkness inside me, constantly fighting, barely winning, this fight is always, happening silently.
The Darkness
However, as an inquiry as to how to remove the barrier; how to find its key, you ask yourself: "how do you find something in complete and utter darkness?"
Dark
Poem the dark in your heart calls out to my dark matching halves of an unfinished fairytale the hush that stretches between our fingertips the mingled breaths between our lips the dark in you that cries out for me the pain that leaves you lightless
Darkness
In the shadows what lurks? If hates when the light brursts? In the light what shines? Does it gleam with all the brights? When togeter what do they make? They make the sunrise and sunset. Umbreon and Espeon poem
Darkness
I feel a darkness inside it wants an internal homicide of all the good that can reside to create a downward slide it wants an internal war that has been fought before all trapped behind a strong door it is too much to ignore.