My Darkness is the black flame that keeps my sanity lit, is it like the endless road with no light at the end of the tunnel. It keeps me warm and cold. My darkness is the one thing that keeps me going.
Darkness, like the angel with black wings, like the black rose who dies along with you, the darkness, my darkness is the Black Dragon that’s cruel and torturous. Darkness is half of everything I’ve gone through in my life.
The light in my soul is not compared to the darkness in my heart; it’ll tear and rip through the masses like how a sword cuts through a tree, the darkness I feel, is calm and serene, darkness is one with myself it’ll feel my sorrow , my pain and turn it all to rage.
When the Darkness unleashes my rage, it is like a killing spree, the blood is my sprit being ripped and torn apart by the constant worries of sanity and reality colliding to create a destructive force that could destroy me from the inside. Darkness is what will never leave my memory; it’ll be imprinted into my mind until the day I die.
