By gripping onto the thin thread
I dangle over the edge
Below me a pit of uncertainty
Where the monsters of my mind thrive
I remain trapped in the small cage
My mind giving refusal to let go and set me free
But as I am freed
I still hold on
In hopes to keep my sanity
And run from the dark fog that follows
He is the reason I refuse to let go
A psycho craving the darkness forever
Fueled by the blood on his fingers
He is evil in its truest form
Sinister in every movement
Darkness drilled so far into his bones
That he became one with it
And as much as I don't want to let go
Of my thin thread
I find myself utterly mesmerized
By the shadows that follow him
Bending to every need and command
I try to fight the desire
But I let go and fall
Becoming consumed
Becoming addicted
Addicted to his darkness
And becoming the sinister presence
That forever stands by his side
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Such a deep poem-
I am absolutely in love with it.
NOTICE: This is not my poem. I did not write it. Do not give me credit. Credit for this amazing poem goes to addiebrockington19. She is busy with her other book so can't really write a poetry book at the moment. She asked me to post this and a few other poems for her. Please send her some love for this amazing piece of work. She's really talented
AGAIN, NOT MY POEM. I DON'T DESERVE CREDIT FOR THIS
*sending a virtual hug*
~ Hamdia❤️
