I sit here in this room,
alone once again.
The backs of my friends have gone,
their voices echoing again...
Here is where I am me,
my deep, dark self.
Where no one can see,
the darkness that consumes myself...
Few have seen me like this,
only two that I know of.
Some have seen the hint,
but dare not to delve into the pit...
Pain consumes the flesh,
leaving an empty hole.
Where once stood a person,
is a deep, dark, empty hole...
They were the only things filling it,
the only cure.
They have now left me,
leaving me with one cure...
The shadows swallow my screams,
leaving nothing behind.
Only one solitary splatter of red,
forever staining the ground...
Few have helped me,
few accepted my help.
With them I can greet the darkness,
with them I can sleep forever...
Peacefully...
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It sears the soul for the pain you feel
I wish there was anything I could do to help
Though I have asked yet I am cast aside
I will not falter nor move from your side
Say what you must
But here is where I shall remain
Promise me to talk to me
With horror, sorrow and woe
For I will listen and wipe away the tears
Just give me a chance
For that is all I ask of thee.
~ Mistress Piper ~