Darkplace I Poem by Kevin Lynch

Screams of anguish, followed by screams of lore,
Come into my Darkplace, and soon be no more,
It's quite lonely you see, please come and sit with me,
And together side by side, we can fight it, or just hide.

My Darkplace swallows, with its claw-like hand,
Reaches out of the abyss, Grabs you from where you stand,
But it only ever steals me, so lonely I will always be,
Come hold me, I'm not strong, I need you now, as I wont last long.

Its blood stained walls, and its red-pooled corridors,
Empty bodies lying dead, features covered in sores,
I'm left to dwell single-handed, would you come if I demanded?
Some of your time can I loan? I'm sick of being left all on my own.

My Darkplace is so huge, It's empty you see,
Please take my hand, and accompany me,
Through its wide wicked doors, Over its creaked blood stained floors,
Through its rooms tall and wide, it wont fell so big with you by my side.

I need someone to talk to, to embrace when I'm scared,
Because in my Darkplace, my pain is rared,
And quite often, it opens so, calls me in, I cannot say no,
And then painful feelings invade, and I'm left defenseless in this raid.

But with you by my side, it wouldn't be so bad,
If you came in with me, I would be ever-so glad,
My Darkplace, so empty and cold, to come in with me, would you ever be so bold?
If we get scared, we could embrace, we'd have one another, in my Darkplace.

So take my hand,
And come with me,
Then from my lonliness,
I can be free...