Dark poem about finding love, only after one stops searching... |
I unearthed the lonely darkness, And blinded the impartial moon. I watched as delighted demons danced, And willowing shadows swooned. How impeccably imperfect, True laws have become. I cast darkness on the light, And burned the impassioned sun. Astray in my path of blindness, A desolate comfort I did seek. Constantly controlled by conformity, My useless beliefs have grown so meek. In Cold Dungeons of dead feelings, I am a lone prisoner of content. Alone and epithetic of isolation I fall further in my decent. Yet, within the comfort of my nightmare, I had a horrifying dream. Cascading razorblades of tears, Cut deep whispers of my screams. My eyes where truly opened, As I stared into the vast. An intruder in my dungeon, Feelings from the past. I can feel you in the darkness, I can sense, I’m not alone. Your dark beauty is coruscating, My noble sins, I must atone. You have found me in my darkness, You have saved me from myself. You are my Gypsy Madonna, Black angel, free me from hell… |