Empty ~ Poetry

Shades (Edited)

There is black, there is grey, and there is damp.
There is nothing in between, there is nothing better or worse, there is only this constant state.
Damp is safe, grey is as well, at least, most of the time. The Dark is the only real issue, it cannot be escaped from or helped. Imagine collapsing into yourself, creating a black hole, and being sucked into nothingness and emptiness, however at the same time being so full you think you might explode. That is The Dark. There is only one way to survive the black, I am not proud of it, nor will I say what it is or address it again, although I assume it is quite obvious what it may be. I am currently in the grey, which means I am safe, however I wish I wasn't. I want to burn, I want to run through the snow without a jacket, I want to graze and bruise my skin and let it ache. Don't let that confuse you, I don't have a fetish for pain, I just want to see how far I can push myself, I want to become numb from the outside, and to finally crash and burn when I can't handle it anymore.