Is the darkness always like this?
It's coldness and dread wrapping around you like a blanket...
It bathes you in fear....
It dunks you into it slowly and drowns you, like a rat in a river.
But...
...is it always this cold?
Darkness brings fear, panic. It drives itself into our minds reminding us that we are not alone
There's things in this world
Things we fear and find impossible to love
We can't feel darkness
We can't touch its purity
That I find sickening
We can't touch it yet it touched us
We can't feel it yet I know it feels us
We can't breathe it yet it breathes us...
It outcasts our happiness and brings us and our minds into itself
It consumes us
We don't fight it
We just let it break us, bit by bit
The only light in this cold state is the light of something else cold and dark
The moon
It's light casting down on us as we rest
But...
Why do we despise the moon when we love the sun?
Why should we despise the darkness when we love the light?
We hate something for being the other, just in its own way...
I, personally, do not despise the darkness, nor the moon and it's gorgeous light
Perhaps...only the weak fear the darkness....
Or the weak love the darkness....
Darkness
A word that drives us
Often bringing unholy thoughts...
I'm just rambling
Am I?
I don't know
Do I?
I should let the darkness consume me once more
Like it does
Like it always does
That's its job, right?
That's what the darkness does, right?
Or does it?
I don't know...
It just confuses me...
Now, as I lay bathed in moon and shadow
I feel the darknesses cold embrace wrap around me
The comforting cries of the wind echo through my ears...
The moonlight guiding me...
It's reminding me that I'm not alone...
Things are out there...
That's what it's telling me...
Is the darkness always like this?
