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