I'm still not sure where this poem came from. I'm not depressed. Not depressed at all. But i think i'm just tired, maybe, or perhaps i'm picking up human emotions that we all simply have. anywho, here's UNTITLED.
The darkness has come
seeped into my being
like a shadow walking home
home, where it thinks it's needed
decieved only by its heart.
Lost in some brave
new world that abounds
with something grave
something dark.
the darkness rises up
and over, conquering all
that falls
in the dark.
No one can see
none can hear
the insurmountable danger
clearly on the horizon
waiting to devour all
waiting to call
its master into each and every
being created by god.
here comes the darkness,
falling around us
marking us with treachery
lies
deceit.
