Dark Arts

Written by: Ian Petch

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