Sitting in the darkness, Sweet, silent darkness. Its warmth surrounds me. Dissappear into the darness, Visionless,beautiful darkness. Exploding thoughts scream in my mind All I feel is darkness, thick,slicing darkness. Amazing me with its simplicity I hear a cry in the darkness, Shy, screaming darkness. Speaking inside your mind. Not moving from the darkness, Thoughtless, scarred darkness. With hidden secrets dancing imaginatively. Lying in the darkness, Pounding, pointless darkness. Where everything is seen. Dying in the darkness, Sweet, silent darkness. One last time I bleed. And cry into the darkness. Justifying darkness. Forever I fall asleep. -x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x- Okay, the repetition sucks. I might have to scrap this one, but it took me a while to write, so I'm attatched. I actually sat in the darkness doing nothing for a half hour before writing this. And yes, the last "stanza," you can call it, was easily predictable, but its all I could think of.
The thing about repetition is that its sheer luck if it comes out ok and I have to say in this it really doesn't come out ok.... ....it comes out excellent.Well done