I create the cycle
Bait the hook
With my mournful looks
With my sad shows
And depressing music

Letting the shadows
Stack upon themselves
Letting the waves
Crack my bookshelves

All that dark poetry
Pressing into the heart of me

All my potential
Left dull
Could have been shimmering

But I kept feeding my misery
And like the black hole it is
The darkness ate it all up
Swallowing all the light inside me
Causing time to fluctuate

Reminding me how to hate
The person who needs my compassion the most

I am a ghost
******* child of my own making