the darkness knows how I feel
it welcomes everything and every thought
it doesn't shame me for the bad ones
the darkness simply accepts
it holds me into eternity
it surrounds all of me.

i don't talk about the darkness
people don't understand
the words are foreign to them
they try to shed light on the darkness
try to expose it as false
but how is it false when i feel it inside?

it shows itself in annoyance
through endless anger
building behind the scenes
it exists in the fleeting thoughts
making myself uneasy, disgusted
yet it was me who thought them.

the darkness makes me want to scream
it makes me itch beneath my skin
as if it is trying to claw out from inside
it sits in the back of my mind
toying with my humanity
pressing me to let it out.

but i can't, it stays, not yet to be unleashed
it would wreck havoc in the world
destroying me and itself in the process.

(m.y.)