In the dark
feeling cold breaking sweats
feeling pain and numbness
feeling madness and suffering
Mind refuses to shutdown
Body ready to give in
from intimacy with the dark last night
hiding and masking unknown intentions
swearing never again
when the smokes disappear
romance still lingers
Yes causing destruction from within
stashing insecurity
waiting to lead a life on edge
with or with out hopes and dreams?
yes its the easy way out....
yes it shall remain as a sweet one night stand
Convicted with visions
Masking on the name of dark side
in the name of expression
the need to be rebellious
the need to be isolated
the need to feel the pain
the need to let go and forget
from any sense of belongings
What is it about the tortured soul and ruined
that appeals to actors, musician, writers
for many masterpiece to be based on
is there a substituted even....
for this black charm
Dont we all fall for the bad boys always?
Where does it come from this feeling
this dark side which exist in all
This romance which takes many forms
demure in some but flames others
why does it feel right
when it is so wrong?
the worst first hand experience
still doesn't stop the need
is it in the blood?
is it part of this existence?
will it ever end?
This romance with the darkness
The light cant be denied
as brightness will creep in
as life unfold new meaning
when night ends
too much beauty rises
Its time to let go
to be left in the dark, consumed with this endless romance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an order of the magnitude of Abel and Kane.... will it ever diminish...may be more relevant....end..? heck never... some very pertinent questions and dilemmas are raised here well. cheers