The colours black and white flash across my vision
Heat screams inside my head as I go through the transition
The grey mist fills me with lustful confusion
As the evil pumps into me, a darkened transfusion.
The colours continue to burn my eyes and shape my expression
Like a dancing zebra doing a fast fairground impression
All colours fade. My veins fill with aggression
New emotions use the anger to manipulate my depression
The darkness lifts my lips as I crave your confession
We can share secrets, I'll need your discretion
The evil has taken over. Naming me its possession
But you're drawn to the darkness, I can sense your obsession
Drawing you in is my top profession
My magnitude is sure to teach you a lesson
Don't fall for the darkness....
Class is in session.
I will try and make this the last one of the day.
YOU ARE READING
Darkest Nights|| Poetry And Prose
PoetryI'm sure you understand what this means. A collection of various Poetry and Prose, written by yours truly. All have a hint of darkness to them.
