Hello darkness my old friend,
You’re going to regret,
Summoning me again.
-W.E.
I told you I have extremes so far fetched of so far fetched,
Don’t be summoning this darkness, in bone marrow etched.
Shades of black you never thought existed of murky misery,
I have but two extremes, tender love or all out savagery.
Thin skinned knees, marks from prostration,
Every which way you think, you lack the imagination.
To comprehend this shade of ugly, what lurks beneath,
I’m not something of which you want to sink your teeth.
Into, around, not even in the same vicinity,
With open arms they’d welcome me into a mental facility.
I can be led by the finger by an infant,
Or make you regret your very existence.
When I left her, him, it’s always the same,
A trail of regret, devastation and blame.
They want me back, they don’t care for the darkness,
But I can’t, once bitten forever heartless.
Sure, I can write, sure I can rhyme,
Make you think with words, all is fine,
Line by line, entertain you sublime,
But you’d never know what lurks in this fucked up mind.
-W.E.
Prompted to write about darkness that old friend.
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