Life of…


Oh, how life is so bitter sweet,

Bitter – because of the pain inside,

Sweet – due to ways to hide

the thoughts I fearfully flee,

Stored down deep inside of me

Hoping and praying that we won't meet.


Nights are dark,

days are long,

both leave their mark,

much like a song.


The scars I bare

of places where

the darkness reigns

and all light feigns.


My life not full of strife and yet

some would all but take a bet

on how my life is bound to end

and if my mind so far will bend.


I reach the end yet unfulfilled

all my troubles and questions left un-stilled.

The end is near and as I fear

The Darkness is already here.