Venting book

A poem

I am no poet...

I was never a flower that could blossom in the light,
one that would turn its face to the sun and bathe in the warmth and brightness;
I was never a beautiful bird with a melodious voice
ready to pop at your window and delight you with my songs or with my very own appearance.
I was never an angel, a divine being of purity and kindness,
sitting by your side and caressing you, always joyful and energetic, to lift your mood.

No, I was the opposite...

I was a flower that only blossomed in the darkness,
looking at the moon as its only source of light.
I was a crow, quiet and attentive, yet noisy,
circling around a sea of corpses, yet looking for something that shines instead.
I was a sinful demon, a chaotic being of the flames,
watching you from afar with melancholy, yet longing for you so desperately like I longed for Hell.

For truly, 

You were the moon I turned my face to,
the only light into the darkness surrounding.
You were the jewel, black onyx in the sea of corpses,
perhaps not polished, covered in dirt, but still of great worth.
You were the madness and the flames in Hell,
powerful and destructive, yet only a devil knows the true beauty of them and cherishes it.

And I know the moon's light is pale, reflecting that of the sun,
I know black onyx cuts deeply when it is not polished,
I know flames burn and destroy...

And I know they are all bound to darkness... eventually...

The moon, covered by clouds, disappearing into the shadows,
The onyx shattered to pieces, scattering into the void,
The flames, extinguished...

And you are that darkness yourself...
The darkness that hurt others...

But healed me...
Glued the glass pieces of my shattered heart back together...
offering me the chance to drop the mask of 'the bright side' and show who I truly am...
A being of darkness who finds comfort, safety and reassurance in it.

And so let me clear the clouds in the sky and let the moon shine.
Let me piece back together the onyx and watch as it shines in the dim light.
And let me light up the flames and stir the chaos...

Let me show you that you, as the darkness, are my light.
You as the chaos are my serenity.
You as the evil are my righteousness. 

You never had to be an angel, divine and bright.
For I as the Devil will love a demon as much as the hell we both live in.

To the person I wrote this about, I know you are no poet either, but you're good with codes, so perhaps you will see my hidden ones in here...