Dear Darkess: A Poem From Your 13 Year Old Diary That Should Probably Be Burned At Some Point So No One Ever Reads It. Poem by D Burke

Dear Darkness (~aka diary~) ,

My soul falls into the abyss.
Heavier, heavier, heavier, it falls
Further, further, further,



further.



Dark bells ring loudly in the steeple of my soul.
ding. dong. Ding. Dong. Ding! Dong! DING! DONG! DING! - -
"Shaddup will you? "
"Get out of my room, mom, Gah! I'm doing something! "

Where was I? Oh yeah.

Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong...
My eyes are heavy with sleeplessness.
They burn with the intense heat of a thousand summers.

maybe it's all the eyeliner.
Honestly, I'm not really sure.

But darkness is the cure.

Curse youuuu, sunlight!
*hisses like vampire*
Go away, youuuu.
Leave me BE and let me SEE the night.
Not your BRIGHT...LIGHT, in my...SIGHT.

(I am the queen of all things deep.)

"OH MY GOSHHHHH, MOM. GET OUT! ! ! ! I'M EMOTING! ! ! "

"We're trying to sleep! ! ! ! ! ! "

Sleep? Sleep. Sleep. Awakened... Sleep

Awakened soul of unconscious sleep.

(Gah...that's good.)

Anyway, I better get going.
It's 3 AM and my mom is totally bitching out on me.

Sincerely,

(Queen of all things deep.)

P.S. Mysoulislikeablackravencryinginthenight.