It's a whisper in the dark, cold night.
It's a voice that speaks to only you.
The man you see at the end of the hall.
There isn't anything that you can do
There isn't any way you can fight.
It's the silence of the New Year's call.
It's in the blood running through your veins.
Once it comes for you it's already too late.
It will control the carriage and take the reins.
It's the fear you feel before you fall.
The numbness you feel begins on this date.
The ice in your veins begins to flow.
Emotion is buried and madness takes over you.
You wonder how it is I know.
Your heart turns cold, filled with hate.
There is nothing that you can do.
Once it starts it won't give up.
It will consume every part of your soul.
Once the madness infiltrates your life, it's stuck.
It can come to you and you won't even have a clue.
You dread the days of sun and nights of coal.
You search for love but instead you find madness.
From that moment on your life will never be the same.
Your life will turn from normal to a total mess.
You'll start to search for something, anything, to make you whole.
Madness.
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Darkened Souls: First Collection
PuisiForty-five poems I've written over the past year. Some are dark, some are happy, some are sad. Enjoy, vote, comment, share.