How did it begin? With puberty I suppose.
That's when I switched to poetry instead of prose.
When exactly did I start to hate and rage against the unseen,
My God, I don't know. Seems forever I've been unclean.
After a lifetime of denial, my need for understanding and compassion, screams at me, crying and dying to be free.
All my life I rage against the light, blindingly bright, I pray
For a darkening of my Night.
Hate and rage have kept me alive, in the darkness of my
Soul they thrive and drive me to hellish ecstasy.
Inflicting pain was my only refrain, the true chorus of my song,
I ache thinking of all those who did me wrong.
For them I have no pity or sympathy only numbing pain, back we go, to my refrain. Loving light steals my sight as I pray for a darkening of my Night.
Lately I find a greater sense of my crimes has crept into my mind,
How could I have done such vile things, yet all the while, the thoughts make me smile. Now I find in my life people that care have come out of thin air, in spite of my lack of light. Now I wrestle with guilt and sorrow that makes me hollow with understanding
Of another's plight and for different reasons I still pray for
A darkening of my Night.
I am not responsible for how you choose to interpret what I say.