Poems of Darkness

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My life has been filled with despair and darkness. I know not of love and happiness. That has been drained long ago. Leaving nothing but darkness and despair. I live in the shadows, afraid of the light, living in feeding off the corruption around me. I have lost the one love I have ever known, so I write about the darkness that surrounds me even now like an ever-present veil of smoke. It is hard to live the life of the shadows, but I am sentenced to always live in darkness. My life has been forfeited to the darkness within. This is my way, for I am the poet of the shadows

The darkness is slowly creeping into my soul. Corrupting me with heartache and hate. The darkness is enveloping my entire being, soon I'll be swallowed by the ever encroaching darkness. I was a being of light and hope but now I'm darker and full of hate. My life has become dark with despair for my soul is being corrupted. The path I chose is no longer in sight, I have veered far off track and I'm on the path of despair. My soul is painted no longer pure, for the darkness is filling me with shadowy tendrils of corruption. The fingers of darkness are wrapped around my broken heart, squeezing it till I obey it's commands. The eyes of darkness are always on me, always watching, waiting till I'm the weakest. This is when darkness strikes the fatal blow that turns me into words evil. Until I am so filled with hate and despair that I will be lost to the darkness forever.

The darkness around me is seeping slowly into my heart and stealing away my dreams. It's leaving me a shadow of my former self, not worthy of the love of others. It wraps itself around my heart, pouring into the cracks Left behind from all of my former heartbreaks. The darkness creeps and crawls finding ways into my being slowly taking over my personality and corrupting my very soul. In all reality I'm corrupted beyond measure. The darkness  wraps its shadowy unsubstantial fingers around my being and uses me like a marionette. No longer am I able to practice free will, for the darkness is taking you over completely. In the end I am the darkness.

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 30, 2019 ⏰

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