Sometimes I get a suggestion
It's not so much a sentence
As a nostalgic pull or presence.
Kind of like a good pain
Like pressing a bruise.
And it's the same
But involves pressing out the Sun
And dialing into your depths
And the clouds are many
And things there exist.
And you can sink so low
And you can appreciate horror
And there are no scary movies,
Once you have met your darkness there.
And you get those eyes
And a darker grin,
And shadows exist in the Sun
But you need those eyes to see them.
And ****, does depth exist
All you need is to let go
But, there are maggots in the smiles of friends.
And it's hard to get back if you do go low.
And aching doesn't do justice to the feeling
It's more a rotting, but in a good way
Like pressing a bruise.
And when you laugh it's different.
A deeper laugh, one that lets you appreciate a cackle.
And maybe nothing is real or pure
And maybe you are dead
And maybe nothing matters
And maybe you're in bed
And maybe life is useless
And maybe you'll know dread
And maybe you'll become stuck
Within a mind, that's fire fed.
and sadness feels amazing
If you get far low.
And smiles are for the ignorant
within their blissful shows
And cuts don't matter, as you feel
The numbness match your soul.

you may forget how to be alive
And driving fast is synthetic
Overdose with caffeine to revive
In hopes that you will get it


But there is light in darkness
if you delve, forever deep.
Though ever wary you should be
As demons pull you, while you weep.