When the day is over,
And the sun sets
I come out of hiding
It is dark around,
Darker than the black I wear
But dark is what I seek
I have forgotten joy
Learnt to embrace hatred
If I can’t, you can’t too
Sometimes I cry
Overburdened by my failings
As son, friend and lover
I see the walls closing in
And the devil calls me
I scream- to no avail
Fear envelopes me
And cuts me into half
Till my spirit is broken
Sometimes I cry
Losing sleep over perfection
My flaws haunting me
Sometimes I cry
Terrified of the feasibility
Of my private morality

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