emptymirror's blog: "poetry"

As night envelopes us, a feeling of being back in the womb,

forgetting the worlds pain, beyond it's boundaries of death and doom,

we reveal our true selves in our deepest dreams,

the lines of our identities blur, nothing is as it seems,

All of the dark secrets unleashed, we wish we could redeem,

But eventually, night must end to bring the day.

As daylight shines down on me, warm as a mothers embrace,

It's hard to keep a smile from lighting up my face,

even though the light only touches the surface, not real,

underneath my soul festers, wishing I couldn't feel,

I wait for this tragedy to change to comedy, to begin to heal,

so until then, as the light turns cold, here I will lay.

Night and Day, always following the other till the end,

A tragic love story, the first to be born, the one at the very end,

I wish I could live without them, wouldn't have to pretend.

Pretend to give a damn, to be fine being all alone,

Pretend I'm not in agony, that I've forgotten my past,

but pretending is for children, and I am long since grown.

Darkness, my one friend that stays and doesn't leave,

I can always find it, slithering in the back of my mind,

Pain following as a faithfull friend, I don't get one moment of reprieve,

I'm already aged, my face already a mask that is hard and lined.