2013
Are you afraid of the dark?
The question burns into my ear.
No, not once ever have I been
Accustomed to this fear.
For in the darkness,
I find my light.
Everything is illuminated the more
Obscure it appears.
The closer in reach,
The harder it is to grasp.
I find content in solitude.
I take pain as pleasure.
To try and stop living this way?
I think not now, not ever.
If I were to leave today,
Surely, it would not be the end.
Nothing is ever truly over,
When you regard death as your friend.
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Cyanide Lakes
Poetry❝WE TURN OUR PAIN INTO BEAUTY AND HOPE OTHERS WILL RELATE.❞ Please read the introductory chapter for an extensive trigger-warning. This particular collection contains a wide variety of poems detailing thoughts of insecurity, depression, suicide, etc...
