Into The Darkness

There’s a blackbird upon the windowsill

Unaware of the rain that plummets

For it sings its twisting language still

As I reach my own internal summit.

My hands are painted crimson red

As I take a step into the darkness

And wonder why no tears are shed—

Memories wander ere I learn to suppress

The emotions fed by all mankind.

Human no longer, on the shadow’s edge,

Ambition has long ago left me behind

To die on my lonely ledge.

The ephemeral smile makes you weak—

We’ve come too far now, you and I—

I place a hand upon your cheek

In the room where dreams come to die.

Upon my lips a crooked smile grows

Aware of the stories you’ve been told,

The truth I thought only you would know

Ia a withering secret growing old.

The clock, the only sound expressed—

Reticent between us, as I take a step back.

Would you follow me into the darkness?

I ask with the cool detachment you lack.

The pain on your face I start to see

Hatred and bloodlust fly off the shelf,

And I can feel them steal the good in me.

Would you follow me when I hate myself?

Your lips part, as if to speak in lieu

Of my painful bark. But then I erupt once more—

Would you follow me when I hate you too?

Now I walk unaccompanied to the door

Shameless passion etched into my face.

There is no guilt to contain me,

No emotion you could erase,

Now you see who I was meant to be.

A step into the darkness,

No words to repress.

      DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com