Author's Note: No real character speaking, whomever you wish to think. Just a general poem.

A Marriage Without Love

The darkness enveloping my mind has proposed this exchange,

a deep marriage of truth and lies,

of words that lay long before the line of coherency.

With such a deep profanity of a torrid affair I accept this graciously,

as thoughts are not supposed to be so pure.

Sinking into the deep resolving feeling of nothing,

I can exist and cease to be in one felled swoop.

Allowing all around me to fall into the abatement that is society,

and standing up all of my own accord.

Resistance to the darkness is futile,

it can see into your heart and living soul.

Prying eyes are never at bay when one succumbs to the other side,

both forbidding and consenting to lack of a righteous mind.

Such wantonness foreboding the intermingling of such truth and lies,

that it is inevitable for all lines to be dashed upon the rocks of lost sanity.

Nothing to be seen, or thought, or perchance willed as right or wrong.

Giving myself up to this supremacy, I can only look back upon a time of frivolity,

a time in which we all once experienced,

but can only remember with the sincerest of vagueness.

With one owns life at stake the darkness holds the knife of time against my throat;

perplexing not only the body, but the mind, and soul into a bemusement so strong,

not even a glimmer of hopeful virtue can rescue a molecule of the past enlightenment.

This exchange is more than the mind of a single being can ever comprehend,

this darkness is nothing less than human nature propelling each unwillingly into maturity.

I cannot let the past light taint my future of clandestine obscurity.

There is no getting around such an agreement,

for it is set in the very heart of each being,

as the contract binding me is in the blood of my past.

With each renewed body of my own I can feel the darkness sinking itself in deeper,

each individual fang seeking an un-dried vein.

Vows renewed for this life's expanse, and the next after this.

A vicious cycle of a violent marriage never ending,

that has had no visible beginning.

There can never be an end to something with no start, for then the question arises:

where does the truth start and the lie end?

They have become one in itself,

intertwined so deeply such as the darkness that envelopes my mind.