It was a happy time until the hole came along,
the hole sucked up all the joy and song,
it sucked away the thing that kept me from crying,
so this is the beginning i suppose, of my time of dying.
Now i rarely ever feel alive inside,
without that one thing that i am now denied,
the time is gone for peace and happiness,
the day has come, that I am soulless.
There is nothing left that can be felt,
other than memories of the damages dealt.
it is hard to look for the light,
when i have lost all sense of sight.
The darkness will envelop me now,
with the evil powers with which it has been endowed,
if you'd like to, you can watch the fall of me,
that is of course...if there is any light around left by which to see.
YOU ARE READING
Walking in the dark
شِعرA cocktail of some of my dark poems, going to update it every couple days to a week.
