Mellifluous Murmurs

Irony At Its Finest

I have always enjoyed the dark

the souls that are unidentified roam the same air as I do.

It frightens me but I have learned to live with it as only the light that beams weakly from my eyes is the only source of illumination

I cry in the midst of these corners

I dance as nobody watches

yet I pray to the Lord all in all to give me peace and serenity in this life.

I write my poetry in this opaque sky

I eat my daily bread as I stand and comfort myself in this solitary

I shall never betray what the dark has gone to stick up.

It is a friend; yes, the darkness

its opaqueness is worth the blessing and comfort to seep yourself into its warm absorbtion...

It gives you the shudders, chills you but in the perfect way possible.

The dark is your friend, a companion 

it has seen your deepest secrets, your most hollow chambers of that black soul of yours, and definitely your worst nightmares

it has lived upon your tongue and tastes life as it comes

the dark has lived on your back for the eternity of your life

your breaths, heartbeat, pulses... even your death. 

It shall always surround you because the dark is beloved, cherishing, and enlightening in the most ironic way possible..

It is the light to your day

the food to your nourishment

and the love to your life.