I drift away

Never to be seen by the light of day

Some may say it makes me dark

While I slowly back away form the brightness that once surrounded me

I lose my spirit when I bask in that black emptiness

It hurts me with such pain

So, I stumble in a frenzy of panic

The Thing steals me, haunts me, and takes me as their own

The desolation is a vacuum waiting to consume everyone and everything

My long gone spirit filled with a one-of-a-kind confidence has been taken

The hollow effect it has causes me to bail in an outburst of tears for hope of a better day

Sorrowfully I drift away from the mainstream society

Oh, how I constantly ask myself, Why am I such an Outcast?






Dark Rose

DarkRose.jpgWhy does the weeping flower stay,

It’s filled with nothing, it should decay

But there it stands with only pride

Oh, how I can not look at how it cried

It fills me with such sorrow

I even fear its life for tomorrow

Throughout the torture its suffered

It will not even stay covered

How I long to acquire the soul of that rose

Not to fear, this wish will not be lowest of lows

All I need is the power it wields

The type I do not breed whereas

A mere plant can have that power to withstand like no other

So, I wish to my father, cousins, brother, and mother

That no matter how hard I must try I will not wither away

Not even a moment to think about a chance of decay