Don't be blind because of the lights, Don't fall in the trap of darkness, It's not gone, it has not left yet, Behind the cupboard and open gates, Within the casket and thyself, It stays hidden, waiting.
For the darkness is astute. It knows that, Torches will sooner or later die, Flashlight will flash and then fade. Candles will run out of wax, Lamps will burn out their oil, Bulbs will go till they flicker and fuse.
Darkness knows it well, It will exist when nothing can, But prove it wrong, my friend, Let your heart and soul burn with flames, Fuel it with anger, passion, love or will to live. Let darkness see flames in your eyes.
Sometimes my poems are mess. Because I portray my heart through them. And my heart, is a mess. I scribble some words, and some says That my words make no sense. And those who understand them, Their heart is a mess. I'm bad at comforting, Al my comfort is comforting my heart. It's been torn, scratched, broken, bitten, And now, my heart is a mess.