I wake up to the faint reminder
that the darkness is cradling me
as it’s my unconditional friend –
And as much as I want to pull away
It’s concealed darkness whispers
mysterious words of hate that I
find surprisingly comforting.
Each time I want to see the light
and move towards the brightness
a fearsome brute taps on my shoulder –
And that’s when I hear the laughter
But not the kind that brings people joy
But the kind that lures you in
when you realize that you have lost.
Residing with bad company is like
the feeling I get when I’m melancholy
so my body numbs and I let myself go –
At this point I’m not sure where to drift
when the somber brute wants to keep me
and make me as sad and as lonely
as it’s despondent self does at night.
Why people like to wallow in sadness
will forever be bewildering to me
in many ways as each day passes by –
I think it’s because that faint essence
of nestling up to familiarity is what
attracts those who exist and find that
it’s the only way they can survive.
Then out of nowhere I felt the reason
why those with a beating heart rely
on the throng of infinite sadness –
It’s easy when you’re isolated with
indescribable thoughts with no release
so the only other option is to embrace
that darkness whom has become a friend.