So just saying. It is a form of art with poems and whatnot. I written this and is proud of it.
Darkness. Inky blackness that brings you swiftly to dream land.
Or does it really bring you to a different reality, a diffrent universe, or even give you warnings?
The dark is what you call sleep or bedtime, even naps. You get good and bad, even blank. Can't ever reamember those.
But we know what the dark also is. Its death. Never to wake up, always in eternal slumber.
The dark can be kind and generous, but also be like a fire. It can be painful but sometimes painless like a snake, taking it's prey.
The dark is a mist. You don't always see it. It's cunning like a fox, slippery like a snake. It drowns you in it's ocean of pain and sorrow.
Always there but never seen. Telling you to pull the string.
The darkness. Always there, always sweet, always embracing. Or is it? Is it really just waiting, stalking, keeping that knife at the ready to cut you out of this world.
Thank you for reading. I've been trying to do stuff like this and I'm really proud of it. Please tell me what you think about it, I'd like to see the feed back. See what I can improve. Thank you again
Kris out ^^
