Sitting, gazing, entraped in my thoughs
I think of life's adventures.
Haply, I waste my time,
there's nowhere to go.
Nothing left to see or do.
My life's left to the cur's.
I think of my happyness
Thou goest away
And left my mind open to darkness.
I sit here, in my room of solace
my room of torture, of dispair
my room of safty.
The darkness consumes my mind,
seeping, tormenting
like fallen rain.
My mind is as black as night
is frozen as peak ice
dark as death.
I unwilingly wander into it's grasp
fighting for freedom, clutching the light.
Then I break
like the sound of falling rain into silence.
It fills me with it's mass
and I listen, becoming a captive,
a victim.
The darkness hath now now taken me,
I follow it as a slave
it is peaceful,
safe,
comforting,
but not for long.
It becomes painful
wrenching,
horribly strong,
it tries to finnish me.
I fight for my self, groping for freedom of the pain
I thrash wildly, hoping for escape.
But the light is gone from me.
The pain fills me up
up and up, until it is whole
one, it and I.
And I retreat inside my self
ever a slave to Darkness
like fallen rain.
 Figmented Imagination · Tue Nov 20, 2007 @ 01:52am · 0 Comments |
