The darkness is deep,
It wants to have my soul.
I want to sleep,
It wants to have my soul.
I want to go, deep, deep, away.
It wants my soul.
I'll run away, so far,
One day.
It can have my soul.
I hate the sun.
It can have my soul.
I hate the way it shines, oh, the sun, the sun.
It has my soul.
Oh, it owns my soul,
And I bathe in darkness.
-Me, 3/23
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The Dark Poems In My Head
PoetryThis is those little whispering poems that weasel their way into my wonderful brain. Don't know how this'll turn out, but, you know how it goes! Lets try something new! It is mature because some of this shit is bad! Extremely! Not sexual, but words...
