Darkness is strange.
It enfolds you from the outside first,
makes you a part of itself.
You soon start to like its company.
It slowly creeps into you,
fills you with itself.
You seem thankful,
but it has nothing to lose.
It blinds you then,
It's too late to be afraid now.
You are one,
The Darkness and You.
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Ruins of Love (poems)
CasualeI'm heartbroken, I'm lonely and I'm losing myself. ______________________________________________ A collection of my poems. Please do read and tell me what you think. Status: Ongoing Number of words: 756
