musings of a jaded poet

18. numbing dark

you were my sun,
the centre of my gravity,
you brightened up the dark corridors of my insanity,
and you kept a lid,
on the zombies, scouring for a way out of my heart,
i was as blind as a bat,
to love.

but now the dark is beckoning,
the ghouls of my past pain singing,
all my exes are in the audience, cheering me on—

it's true, i'm being called by the dark,
there is no light at the end of the tunnel, just more darkness.
and soon, i'd be wiped out into black,
can't feel no remorse about turning dark, when i'm numb and can't feel a thing.

you brought me to the light,
you were my blanket on cold nights,
when you laid with me, i reached the highest heights-
of bliss.
but now the ghosts are angry,
they trashed my apartment to show their fury,
i've been gone for long enough and now i have to return to them.

it's true, i'm being drawn to the dark,
sorrow is magnetic to me and it's pulling me, i'm helpless.
is this doom? i'm being dragged like a sack,
through the forest, pierced all over by twigs and thorns.

it was a tug of war between you and the dark,
assured me you were built as strong as the bark-
of a tree and you could win the war,
in the end, you cracked.

it's true, i'm being called by the dark,
there is no light at the end of the tunnel, just more darkness.
and soon, i'd be wiped out into black,
can't feel no remorse about turning dark, when i'm numb and can't feel a thing.