I used to be afraid of the dark.
Until I was forced to live in it.
To navigate it, to breathe it.
To listen to the silent screams.
The songs of broken souls.
The music of the things that couldn't thrive in the light.
Most misunderstood things lived there.
Covered in a blanket of ash.
Caged in steel bars of fear.
I found a lot of beautiful things in the dark.
I found you.
YOU ARE READING
EPIPHANY
Poetry"I'm desperately trying to heal myself." •. •. •. •. •. I strongly believe art isn't supposed to be pretty, or liked and understood by the masses. Art is supposed to make you unco...
