Darkness.
It lurks around every corner,
waiting for it's next victim.
Cunning,
It's smarter than you think.
Dormant it lies in wait,
Striking when you are at your weakest
But your weakness is your strength.
Your whole life you fought to get a happy ending.
But life is not a fairy tale.
The darkness strikes when your soul is alight, shining in happiness.
You don't expect it
You're an easy target.
The darkness works in mysterious ways
You can't predict how it will strike next.
Slowly, breaking you down piece by piece,
Or all at once, shattering and splintering your soul until it all crumbles to dust.
Your soul dulls,
And you're left in darkness.
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Poetry
PoetryThis is just going to be a book for any poetry that i write in my spare time etc :) Enjoy
