Darkness

My mind is filled with darkness 

And I don't know why

My dreams are filled with hatred

And it kills me inside

My heart is cut up and soar

And it's because of you

Author's Note

Really short, just a thought, might add on.

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

I think the way you spelled "soar" means that it is lofty and free, ready to fly, Gabby. Short and to the point. A little note to what kept me at my writing poetry.... a girl named Nadine that may someday come to this site, and that my night terrors since I was about 5 had stopped mere weeks after writing my poetry. SOMETHING had to be set free within me. I was telling a girl on here how a medium that used to work with all these cops and families to help them with various things would mention that most people have around 100-500 in their background behind them, just waiting to affect them in some way or "come through" in a reading or to haunt them in some way. The lady saw me when I was younger and stopped in the street whilst walking her dog, and she stood there crying as her dog tangled her feet in the leash, and bark madly at her!! She started to make ME tear just watching her in this state. She looked stunned and scared!! A neighbor and my grandmother had befriended this lady in time and when I met her, it was around the time I had turned to Satanism and following the church, and she told me that I literally had what looked to be millions and millions of souls behind me. She talked for hours and mentioned that most want to give a message, but what looked to be behind ME looked like souls FOLLOWING me as if she were to read a story or legend about a modern day "god". I saw the danger in assuming I understood what she was saying and accepted it as truth undefined. When I got kicked out of my house and lived in an abandoned asylum in Belchertown State Institution, I slept in what was used for autopsies, storage, and the criminally insane. I felt haunted and safe at the same time. Nothing ever prepares you for peering into madness, but meeting a lady who can see much more than I can, makes it a whole Hell of a lot easier in this life to sustain and keep going!! : ) I wrote a few first lines of some of my poetry on the walls in that building that surely remain to this day, now. I thought for such a short poem, that I would give you a little insight into what not many people know of me. I'm a fan and friend when you need me on here. I may know more than you think if you are ever to seek some advice for whatever reason.....

xoxox -Mark