Man was made in our image.
With innocent eyes that sought lights embrace.
And nestled in the arms of darkness.
An empty abyss who couldn't help but stare back.

Man cried till he was content.
And his heart did grow through the suffering.
And he came to know happiness as well as sadness.
But his eyes, they spoke with love.

Man walked his path under a forceful guidance.
And he remained ignorant to the suffering of his bearers.
Fighting ensued as man found comfort under the many stars.
In the field, he fought alone against the sun and the moon, and he lost.

Rage begat man as he learned togetherness and separation.
The beautiful flowers flourished, and he felt himself no more than a lone dried ****.
So, he cut those flowers and boiled them to see how they taste.
Now, only a desert remained as man boiled each oasis.

Man ate and hunted every animal.
He used the streets built by others and ate the meals he begged for.
This lone warrior stared back into the abyss and saw light within himself.
The strongest man he knew was his darkness alone, and so fought him and lost again.

Man could no longer force his guidance on the world so for the first time, his angry heart steadied and he listened.
And man looked back to the loved ones who perished behind him and cried till he was content.
He slowly memorized each grain of dust that made up every little thing. Starting over again and again.
Eventually, his heart strengthened and pulled him to the shores of Nibana. And he was alone. And he was satisfied.

On this day, man closed his eyes and writ this poem.
A poem made only with his heart that he could never have envisioned with his meager skill.
But his heart that knew darkness, its light is refined and built up a little each day.
And his rest is well-deserved.

Even if the reason he's alive, is safe and satisfied with another man. For dust thou art, and unto dust thou shalt return.

in the darkness i dance
crimson hair
like flames on the wind,
the moonlight
kissing my skin
wearing nothing
but midnight
i lie in wait,
surrendering myself
to the flames
for from the dark
my love has returned.

I can't keep track of how many times I've lied and said I'm fine,
But I'm not,
Everyday is a battle trying to keep the sadness from taking over,
Left with so much emotional debt,
An outsider would say I'm set,
I say this with a bleeding heart,
I'm falling apart,
I go to bed with a heavy head because of all the **** you said,
Trying to accept my sins,
But you won't let me forget a thing,
I'm aching,
But I've perfected the art of faking,
I'm not okay,
But that's what I've programmed myself to say,
I don't want these people to know,
I'm worried,
Wondering if I'll ever grow,
So I put on this little show,
Little do they know I'm dying inside,
I just need one person to listen and let me confide.
Conflicted feelings,
Everything they seem to say is true,
It's why I feel so blue,
It's hard,
Trying to drag myself out of the dark,
Sometimes they offer me help,
But I'm already bathing in self doubt,
Reluctant,
Maybe I'm too far gone,
Maybe I'm not the one,
Maybe I'm exactly like the rest,
I can't have that,
I contest,
Although maybe I don't know what's best,
These thoughts forever circulating my mind,
Maybe I just need time to unwind,
And forget.
They say they don't mean to pry,
But then ask me, if I'm sad, why don't I cry,
I say believe me I've tried,
Last time I showed blind devotion,
Shared my emotions,
I fell,
And let's just say it didnt go too well,
Now I'm a little bit harder to compel.

I was reading a book about him, because I got lost in his maze.

The glimpse of rotten skulls, broken joints and stolen eyeballs got me agape.

I heard the trees scream loud and dance blind in the darkness to the raging wind.

Even though no, yet he seems to stand akimbo ahead the freaked me In his black hoody cloak that made him darker than the darkness that engulfed the scene.

Who again will rescue my soul from the grip of he who purloin my healthy mind?

He was a familiar sight in my nightmares for years rewind.

If I break loose tonight, next time, the reaper will still come to grasp my ****.

light thinks she travles faster
than anything she thinks she is more stronger

no matter how fast she travles
even if the bone of her kneels crackles

but she finds out the darkness has always got there first
and waiting for her who calls herself best.

I sleep with my window open.
My room is cold and sometimes damp with rain,
The condensation like a tear on my cheek.
I curl beneath my quilt,
As small as I once was,
And let the darkness flood me, as it often does.

It's a strange kind of pain, that night,
One I can't help but admire.
And when that inky sky drips in through my open window,
sleep snatches me first.

A time passes.
It is cool when my eyes open,
Decorated with black snowflakes that lie upon my eyelashes.
The sun has begun her own descent,
The sky foreshadowing of her coming.
It is then,
When I'm bruised and shivering,
That the birds still sing.
And I listen to them for hours.