Darkness
Such a pleasant comfort
Void of sight
Where demons lay

Void of the pain
The loneliness
The despair of seeing reality
And bending to it's will

Blinded in life
We walk the narrow path
Hiding from ourselves
And the people around us

Darkness
Our only true friend
One that presents honesty
One that never judges

The hope we get
The joy it brings
The desire we seek
It can only bring

Living in darkness
It brings such bliss
But we all have to face
The bitter reality

The bitter truth that
Darkness is fleeting
The bliss we feel
Is slowly dying

We lose that comfort
That safe blanket
We all wrap in
And gaze upon the bitterness

The sour taste of reality
One so bleak we cringe
One so dank we cry
The loneliness returns more bitter

We reach out for a bit of hope
We seek those who can help
Ones that have beaten the shock
The desire of companionship

Yet in reality out demons awake
The ones we can keep in check
With the darkness that once surrounded
Are now peering with hungry eyes

Weaving mistrust and fear in our heads
Paving a path of self destruction
We fight hard but some lose hope
Some lose the battle and become cruel

The hope we cling to
That we ourselves can fight on
To prevent such a fate
To happen to ourselves

But in the end
Few survive
The ones that do
Are tortured with that knowledge

The knowledge that they have won
That they have defeated their demons
And come out the victor
Only to see the pain of those around

With four legs
I am able to stand
But if they break like eggs
I will not work as planned
As I wobble on three, two or even one
Nothing can be placed on me
For my job will be done
Because my legs are the key
Without them I am nothing
I have no use except maybe for scraps
Believe me I’m not bluffing
Eventually I will collapse
And on that day
I know not what I’ll feel
Freedom or dismay
But that day holds strange appeal

The dungeon
The tortuous feelings-craftily hinged to the lock
My tumoltuous feelings
Breeding
A delusional reality, painstaking presents

Watching the figure dance with another
Dancing
Squishing
Swishing
Motions run by deviously
Your body pangs in utter despair
As your delusional reality never began with a simple

Hello

"there are never enough hours in the day"
a thought that consumes many with dismay
so many joys continue to decay
as we watch our lives waste away
one through twelve is where we stay
slowly vigor turns to grey