Darkness In The Air
Poem By Roxy Heart
Darkness, is the way to live.
Darkness, is the way to breathe.
Darkness, is the way of sometimes people's hopes and dreams to be.
Darkness, is the blood that runs through our veins to live.
Blue bloods, they say however you might describe the way life might be.
I on the other hand, know that when blue bloods merch together, they create ice and freeze into icicles. The darkness is there before you, frozen and in it's own way of utter death and sorrow. However, you look at it, it's the way's of the darkness asking you why now you want to believe in me, or why do you try to attempt to believe in me and see me?
Why doesn't this make sense they say, forever who know why till this very day; people ask why doesn't the darkness want us now, instead of before.
Who knows what life has to bring, but the one thing that never, ever goes away is truth behind the pain of the darkness in the air.