May 2015
the day is darker through my eyes
the night as black as oil
where others see green verdant grass
I see only barren broken soil
my nights are longer, shadows stronger
not letting even starlight in
the dark stands tall and mocks it all
with a queer and maniacal grin
my soul suffers no glad tidings here
and laughs at your naivete
it shudders lonely through the night
as it basks in my depravity
the night as black as oil
where others see green verdant grass
I see only barren broken soil
my nights are longer, shadows stronger
not letting even starlight in
the dark stands tall and mocks it all
with a queer and maniacal grin
my soul suffers no glad tidings here
and laughs at your naivete
it shudders lonely through the night
as it basks in my depravity
It's funny when you have been on this site long enough you tend to learn what sells. I wrote this not so much because I am in a sad or dark place, but just because dark poems don't usually do so well on this site and I wanted to mix it up a bit.
