When darkness calls me...
I hide behind my shut eyes...
My thoughts leap back to that moment once again...
My words a scourge to my mind and soul...
Said in anger, when I lost control...
Hurtful, I said them to evoke pain in you...
My own twisted nature causing me to inflict pain on you...
When really I want to be saying these words to myself...
Once said, there is no return...
No way to gather them back...
They scatter like so many dark, spoilt seeds...
Catching hold in those around me...
Breathed in, the plant themselves inside...
There they grow, twisting their roots into you, mind body, and soul...
They bear the dark, bitter fruit of despair...of pain...of anger...
And upon their decay, their seeds erupt from you,...
bitter words breathed forth as the terrible cycle comes full circle...
And now it is my turn to twist in the pain you cut from me...
Inside my mind, our heated words replay endlessly...
Our mutual pain we inflict upon one another...
Always present inside my mind...
When the darkness calls me.