Fear be thy name
My feeble attempt at Dark poetry... wonder what to call it. I feel the need to write, all that's piled up inside, somehow the words fail, nothing comes out right, I've always believed in me been reckless yet trouble free. Crushed by pain and shame I seem to have lost me my problems remain my company I haven't cried in a while the tears have run dry. And yet I try again, to write away my pain speak cryptically, it seems so wrong to me I've been battered by hate misery as my only mate I dwell in self pity. For the fear that the world would see my weaker side I hide and die a slow death inside.