The darkness is such a beautiful, and also sadenning thing.
It suffocates you, it swallows you whole, making you choke on the feeling of being completely alone.
You feel as if, shadows are watching your every move, but you still feel completely okay with the feeling.
Only to believe that the feeling is no longer pleasant . . .
Your mind contemplates the decisions of your past, creating awful, and beautiful memories. You look up into the darkness, only to see that there is nothing, nothing at all.
and only to see that the dark is what causes you to sit there and do absolutely nothing, when you could actually just be afraid to do something.
Your brain has caused you to only be in the dark, because it believes there is nothing better but to stare into the pitch black creature that swallows you whole, that sends sad memories flowing through your mind, that chokes you up on agony and silence.
But you still love the darkness anyway, you think it's beautiful because it gives you peace and
quiet, but at the same time, it completely destroys you, slowly, but silently. . .
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PoetryI really love to write poems, even though I'm not very good at it, I still manage to have people that like them.
