Poems Of The Dark

Hell's Gaze

Hell has seen into the deepest depths of my soul,
And ripped through the cracks turning them into cannons,
And yet here I am with a shovel and some dirt trying to fill them again,
I work in vain and will be long dead before any real progress is made,
With sweat on my brow and aches in my bones,
To fill these cannons before you see them and realize just how broken I am,
Don't you see I am not pushing you away because something is wrong with you,
No something is very wrong with me and I am trying to save you from the darkness,
It creeps around the edges and sucks anyone who gets too close in,
Pulling them further away from me than any of my pushing will take them,
I learnt from the mistakes of letting people get too close,
Watching as they lay in my arms and the light fades from their eyes,
I am a curse, a disease and there seems to be no cure, keep back!
Why do you insist on moving closer to me?
After I left you for dead, hurt you in every way possible, still you return to me, Why?
I am weak and undeserving of this attention, go, leave,
Give it to someone who hasn't seen war and pain and suffering like me,
Someone full of life, who has light shining in their eyes,
Leave me be . . .