Ever since I was a child, I was a lover of the night.
I liked the mystery that darkness hid in itself.
I still remember how I used to enjoy walking through the dark aisles..
The path that was darker was more fascinating than the one with shimmering lights.
The more the scary the road, the more the joy inside my veins.
The dark that was hell for every one was my dazzling paradise.
I never feared the dark.
I enjoyed it like a thirsty drunkard looking for an ice cold beer to soothe the blazing fire in its system.
I never feared the dark.
I sought it.
And when I found it I loved and cherished it.
Now I don't fear the dark at all
Not even a bit.
I spent too much time playing with my puppets in the dark..
Until some parts of me became the darkness itself.
So chain me in the dark dungeons of your soul.
Leave me hungry, thirsty and bleeding..
And see if I don't thrive..
See if I don't rise..
I feed on the dark and find myself through my own shadows.
Next time you ask me to explain myself in a word
All I'll whisper to you will be this plain word;
-Nyctophilic.
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BURN MY SOUL, KEEP THE ASH
PoetrySometimes all we genuinely need is the realization that people out there, share our own thoughts and feelings. This book is a collection of Poems, inspired by personal events, almost anyone can relate to. It's the poetic expression of various though...
