Dark Arts

A shadow pressing on my mind The weight of this world; the death inside A darkness willing to let go I’m holding it close so it doesn’t grow What of the soul that can not rise? I know that it could, if I only tried All truth is swimming out to sea Its monstrous depths representing me Such silence questioning my dreams Her face is now gone, but not the pain I weaved A tangled mess of things to come My shadow in love with defeating the sun The darkest passions undeterred A gift of the night that can’t compare Such mastery of broken hearts A treasure to end, and a joy to start A shadow breaking through my soul A whirlpool of pleasure, before the huge black hole These tricks the darkness plays so well Awareness the key, to avoid being compelled