Empty ~ Poetry

Shades

Entry 1 ~ 📺⌛️🕰

There is black, there is grey, and there is damp.
There is nothing in between, there is nothing better or worse, it is simply in this constant state.
Damp is safe, grey is as well, at least, most of the time. The Dark is the only real issue, it cannot be escaped from or helped. Imagine collapsing onto yourself, creating a black hole, and sucking into nothingness and emptiness, however at the same time being so full you think you might explode, that is The Dark. There is only one way to survive the black, I am not proud of it, nor will I say what it is or address it again, although I assume it is quite obvious what it may be. I am currently in the grey, which means I am safe and have no intentions of harm, however I wish I would. I want to burn, I want to run through the snow without a jacket, I want to graze and bruise my skin and let it ache. Don't let that confuse you, I don't have a weird thing for pain, I just want to see how far I can push myself, I want to numb myself from the outside, and I want to finally crash and burn when I can't handle it anymore.