My Darkness

There is a storm coming, i can feel it in my soul.
The sky is dark, like the thoughts that race through my mind.
Why does this greyness and unhappiness make me feel as if,
as if i am a shadow somewhere waiting,
waiting for the world to pass by without even looking at me.
Outside this life in the shadows the world is cold, unfeeling.
Seems like no one cares about anything but themselves.
I need the darkness, it comforts me.
Makes me whole and warm inside.
It doesn't judge or hurt me,
just holds me and keeps me close.
And as the storm comes closer,
with its malevolent clouds looming overhead,
I am safe.
The darkness is with me.
Always.

by LadyChessica
posted on 11/07/2009