Welcome To the Darkness

Welcome To The Darkness

Why do people want me to live in the light?
There is too much fake happiness
Too much lying to keep things happy
The darkness is honest
There are demons and monsters
They lurk at every corner
My thoughts are out in the open
I may want to die
Killed by my own hand
Maybe get gushing wounds from razor sharp teeth
But I will know that the decision will be mine
No one to tell me everything will be alright
I know and you know that it will never be good
There is nothing but pain and blood
You would never tell me about that
I had to find out on my own
I have had to learn to ignore your promises
You can keep the light and shove it
I will live in my world
I know the shadows
I know what is hiding in the unlit crevasses
When I do die by my own hand
My spirit will haunt you
Tormenting you for writing your light poems
You will learn that the world is not flowers and puppies
You will see that the truth is fire and brimstone
You will see my eternal Hell
And I will just smile and wave as I welcome you
And I will say I told you so as the dark envelops you
Welcome to my life
My ideas
My truth
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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March 7, 2012 at 1:13 AM
Robert I love the darkness, and this poem..David
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March 7, 2012 at 12:34 AM
Take your darkness, hate our light We do not presume to judge you, do not do the same of us, for the light is of our choosing as the dark is there for thee. So Rob please smile and wave across the oceans in this lifetime, to those who believe in their truth that this world is all we have! (After all nothingness is the darkest dark of all!)
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