Darkness eats at the souls
of the lonely,
Devouring their senses
Heightening their fears
...
Life is tough
And when your all outa luck
You try to manipulate the people
Around you
...
The wall which i hide myself is not made of brick or cement
it is made out of my
tears
heart
...
Mist from a foggy day
which clears to rain
and the rain washes me away
with its gentle guidance
...
A blood soaked battlefield
lay before me
and at the body of my ally
i kneel
...
Your far away
But I can touch you
You have my heart
But you don't want it
...
Not much to tell. I'm a sophomore in highschool and I use writing as an escape. I'm not very good so I would like some good criticism)
Darkness
Darkness eats at the souls
of the lonely,
Devouring their senses
Heightening their fears
Darkness is not,
evil,
bad,
or mean,
But the fear of darkness
is all those things