In this dark and lonely room I go at night,
I write these dark poems hoping you won't
catch a sight.
I call it my Shadowland although there are
no shadows,
It's actually pitch black which is why
no one follows.
If there were followers I would not
hold them captive,
the only things in captivity are the
screams and tears I bleed.
My shadowland is indeed spirit free,
if it was not, my place for drowning out
things it would not be.
I don't want you to think of me as bad,
even though I am what I am.
I don't want to make you sad,
with all my broken hearted poems...
That make even myself cry.