Acepte su Miseria

I think I may
withdraw into the darkness.
Nothing left
for me to see in light
I'm tired of all the smiling,
all the hugs and kisses
I wanna see the blood
and answer to a mistress

I think it's time
to go someplace real dark
Maybe there
I'll find a place called home
Sitting in the gutter
drinking down my whiskey
Better than
the warmth I felt before

Seclusive
Drawn into myself
I'm tired of the daylight
Enamoured of darkness
Abusive
Kill all the little girls
Take away their bedtime
It's my time to be scared

I'm ready for you, darkness!
Come and get me,
or should I jump right in
I won't fight the demons
I'm ready for the
blessed misery
 

Reviews

[Mr Whiskers]

Definitely a dark poem, as suggested by title and severley enforced by the opening lines and hammered home in every line thereafter--"enamoured of darkness Abusive...its my time to be scared". Very suggestive, and I like it.