Crepuscular

The Welcoming Darkness - Part 1

Author's Note:

Hi Guys,

Don't judge since this was from very early year seven when I was going through a weird sort of phase - not emo, just overthinking...

Anyway, I hope you like these.... weird poems :D

HopeSilver

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The Welcoming Darkness

What is this feeling,

I am feeling?

This darkness that is engulfing me,

This evil that is welcoming me, hugging me.

Why do I feel so empty?

So empty in this darkness,

When the darkness is actually full,

For it is filled with that which is dark.

What is this object handed to me?

The one with the sharp, cool blade,

That is wet, wet with blood.

Blood that is not mine.

What have I done to deserve this?

Have I been bad,

Have I killed,

Is the knife in my hand mine, although the blood is not.

Am I a killer?

A murderer?

So why am I not punished.

Why does everyone walk past with no fear?

Does anyone know?

Know what happened?

And if they do,

Why do they not speak up?

I know what this feeling I am feeling is: guilt.

I know why I feel so empty: because I have killed.

I know what this object handed to me is: my weapon.

I know what I have done to deserve this: sinned.

I know what I am: a killer, a murderer.

But I do not know if anyone knows, and I will never find out.

Because I have already slaughtered my soul.

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Yeah... creepy xD