I have fallen into my darkness again.
I hate everything about everyone.
Or at least it almost feels that way.
Sheer glimpses of good memories vaguely appear.
Veils.
Transparent.
Magical, yet questionable.
They hold with them something heavy.
But it all just dissolves as the darkness prevails.

I think I used to be a good person.
But it feels so good to be bad.
Makes the numbness swell.

It has arrived.

Back to the poet's mind...
A realm which we both share.
A cast so glum, yet we don't care.
Maybe it's wise to retreat?
Or maybe not.
Who really knows.

My destined path screams tragedy I try to stray away
But somehow this force
it ***** me in
I always end up back in here.
A little more hopeless each time.

As dark and horrible as it all may seem.
The cave is where I feel the most safe in.
It's me running away from it that I fear the most.
But neither are the right place to be.
At least not now. Not always.