I lay
I lay in side my mind for hours
And watch my blood red sky fly over me
The blood panted ground
Delicious blood flows from my victims
The steady beating of the heart torn out
The blood that flows red seeping out
I let the pain and sorrow seep from my mind
Its call no longer mine
Spiders
Spiders
There small
There deadly
There everywhere
There scary
They're scared
They hide
They fight
Our own kind
To hear the call
But not be able to answer
To the call of ones on kind
To not have the heart
To not have the sole
You cannot sing back
For you have lost the ability
The ability of compassion
Compassion of the heart
Compassion of the mind
Society has rendered us incapable to answer the call
The call of one of our own kind
We may no longer sing
We may no longer help those in need
For society has tainted our soles
We can no longer heal our own hearts
For society has killed them
Darkness
The light only masks the darkness for the darkness is forever present Watching, waiting,
Planning for its vengeance, always eager to smother the light which looked it away
And no matter how strong the light is
The Darkness Always returns, stronger than ever and once it is there
The chances of sending it back are slim for it grows Wiser each time it is banished
That is why when I return you will have absolute hell to pay
For I am the Darkness
Death
Sad
Yet so appealing
Scary
Terrifying
But so welcoming
One day
I will be death
I will
Welcome death
With a
Open
Broken
Heart
My is cracked
Still can be repaired
But when broken
In Utter disrepair
I will
Become
The thing
None as
Death
Now
I am
Death
