HEre is a poem I wrote it's sorta darkish, but I neede a couple of honest reviews please! So here it goes.
Darkness, it wraps itself around me, it binds with me, it attaches itself to me, like a parasite, but much more different, I have a feeling that this relationship will benefit the both of us. What the darkness gives me is comfort; it wraps me in a cocoon of protection, guarding me from my own emotions, my anger, my sadness, my depression, my madness. And what I give in return for this protection, is my soul, and letting the darkness use my body as its temporary mortal host, this seems to be enough for the darkness. I have received more than I ever could have been able to ask for, I, not only have let the darkness wrap itself around me and let it attach itself to me, but I have become so engrossed in hiding from my emotions, using the darkness as a curtain, I have become one with the darkness. I no longer am attached to the darkness, but instead I am the darkness.
