Ruined Darkness infects the pure Given time and Just the right lure. The light-hearted litter the ground Darkness humbles them Soon light cannot be found White auras fading with time Cracks of ebony Dakrness in its prime Sweet nothings to dark secrets Whispers laced with poison Leaving a certain deepness Maiden to a cut off head Lust over love Purity left for dead Air to Atlas Weight on your neck Stuck with a sort of madness Child to adult Perhaps to soon No cause for exult. Innocent to ruined

Romantic "Are you a romantic?" "Ew, I don't like that fluffy, lovey, dovey stuff?" Romance is not light Nor fluffy Nor cute. Love is deep And sensual. It's passion And secrets. Desire and sin. Romance is a side effect Of the raw emotion Within. Love is pain And sacrfice. It hurts Its limiting, Constricting. Romance is not love And a Romantic is not fluffy. A romantic is dark.

Welcome Welcome to my secret world. My wonderland Filled with dreams of Freedom Light Darkness Confidence. My secret world. Filled with mad thoughts Cheshire grins Crazy wars My secret world. Chess games between light and dark Constant battles My secret world. Where madness is a norm My secret world. Welcomes you. Welcome to my secret world.

Abyssopelagic Alone in this dark place Black is choking me Yelling silence mocks me Sinking to the bottom Surrendering to the abyss Only hopes are dying Please, the lost souls beg Embracing what #life is left Leaving to the other side A place most go forcefully I chose to go, regret fills me Clutching to the last glimpses of light. ##acrostic

In The Abyss The darkness talks. Killing me softly with its words, taunts, jabs. Plants overwhelming thoughts in my head. Darkness becomes me. All I can sense. For I am drowning I am fighting for every breath. Kicking, pushing, trying. All hope and willpower dies. With it I find that I am dying Dying from my self On the verge I see, It was all me. I was the one who didn't do anything. I stopped trying, hoping, and fighting It was I who decided I was done living Death would come. Not by his doing or fate. death would come by my hand.