None can escape the dark just like no one can escape the their shadow.
It can come with twinkling stars and phases of the moon.
Or it can come from the bowels of hell or the deepest black heart.

The more there is the less you see .
But the more pain you feel the stronger
you get....

What is this mystery this illusion of both the mind and reality?
Who is this benevolent entity that brings both joy and sorrow,
beauty and that which is grotesque?

WHO IS DARKNESS?........

you cruel humans
all of you are
with your chapped lips
stinging words
crooked teeth
poisonous giggles
worming their way into
pure innocent hearts.
how dare you
point out anything that you
believe to be wrong.
it's not wrong-
the girl in your class with the unruly hair
go ahead snicker and taunt,
the boy who always smiles,
even if he is the **** of the joke,
and you think these people are the monsters,
disliked and far from normal-
   but beauty rests in their souls
and it only intensifies with every jab you make,
and your skin begins to rot and your flesh falls away
and your organs are infected with black holes
where your humanity used to be.

I stare at the clock, waiting with anticipation
I wait for the bell to ring at exactly 45 after
Wondering from class to class,
Like a life-less zombie going with the moment
These recent wounds are hard to hide
But the pain is more difficult to contain
Sometimes people brush against my burns
Others firmly grasping my arm.
I grit my teeth and try not to cry
I don't want these strangers asking why
Some find out and pull up my sleeves
Stare at my scars with tears in their eyes
Again they'll wonder, and ask why
I've begun to keep to myself
And not worry about anyone else
I'll just wait this nightmare through
Until I can be somebody new

your days are filled with nothing but Pain
and you're dead inside - so numb - no hope of being kissed awake
from this Land of Emptiness,  dark and dreary
where the air is so cold and chills your bones
and it's all just an absolute Nightmare

except there are no Scary Monsters;
just the foreboding voice of The End -
its silence screams your Name
and haunts you as you trudge
along the Frozen Shores of your Heart

there is no Oxygen here - no way for you to breathe
you're perpetually choking and you can't start a Fire -
can't warm your numbed hands - and there is Nobody
out There to ease the aches that this Solitude brings -
It sweeps over the Tundras you've come to call "Home"