Darkness blooms
like a tattered shroud
encasing everything
around.
The night consumes
with a ravishing
hunger
wanting
all human beings.

Stars barely blink at all.
I watch comets fall.
As they come crashing down
in an era of extinctions,
all that I can see
breeds dark ages of negativity
erasing my humanity.

Love could have been
a lighting force
guiding me to something more,
but truth is the terror.
So, people live in the biasness
that most claim to abhor.

Thus, like the night that comes
I lose all the light I see.
The sick bits of myself
slip away.
Till, I become someone else,
and as a child of the darkness
flee from the hope
of something better for me.