Wednesday, December 3, 2008


Darkness is the abyss of all life,
It is the prison in which all your loves and desires are held
Where your pressures are weakly held by a raging hellhound
Scratching, biting, clawing it plays with your heart, eats it, and spits it back out,
More wrangled and disgusting than before,
Darkness can consume you and then you become my mother, bitter and bitchy,
Darkness is very comforting as well,
It is the nice pat on the back that says, “Better luck next time.”
It is a sweet lullaby you can hear your parents sing,
It is the end to a bad day and the start of another,
Most prefer to sleep,
I prefer to stay awake and let the darkness embrace me like a warm blanket,
Without darkness, you would not have the tunnel or the light

Sincerely, Jon S.

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