Untiltled
Darkness wraps around me
Gathering my twisted soul to its breast.
I tried to save myself once
To fight its slender length.
I fight no more the darkness
For it is more then my broken spirit can bear
Now I close my eyes and let it come
It and I are one.
It seeps through the cracks
Like mist in the forest
Once I tried to stop it
And twice I paid for it.
Blood
red as the eyes of pain
It took from me
Twice for everything I did to stop it.
Do not try to look for it
I will not let you see
The wounds that never heal
Are all that remains of me
HE is gone
Destroyed by the shadow
It corrupted his soul
When it was vulnerable to trust
He would have tried to stop it
One time he would have fought
But the maker of the shadow
Said words that always stopped him
"There is always the other…"
So he locked himself away
Beneath eyes of blue
Ocean's of emotion
Turned to cool sapphire true
He might still be there
Beneath all the masks and layers
Mourning his destruction
Awaiting his death
For the shadow seeks him
And it never rests
It looms over his shoulder
Always just beyond the next test
Does the lost one watch and listen
Or does he exile life as it happens
Does he feel this pain as it is here
Or has he forgotten
Does he sit now in my head
And put these words down
Of things neither of us can say
Or has he truly left me
Who am I?
Who am I that writes this poem
For I am not he
But I am not what that shadow wishes me to be
Not anymore
I am the left over
I am what everyone sees
I have emotions and memories
That never belonged to me
Everything is a mystery
That leads to a door
What lies beyond them
A mystery more?
As I wander the hallways
The twilight of my thoughts
I wonder
Will I find the one I'm not?
I will end this poem
With a single question more
What lies beyond that doorway
Do I have the courage to look
Or am I cursed forever more…