It comes to rob in the pale moon light.
resistance is futile no need to fight.
All it seeks is your life to steal.
Bringing with it unbearable pain to feel.
Darkness creeps out of the corners of your mind.
Escaping its grasp is impossible you will find.
It starts out innocent, telling you things you once knew were lies.
Unable to see truth in darkness through your own eyes.
It begins to convince you the lies are really the truth in disguise.
Your life is meaningless, how could anyone like or love you.
You attempt to deny it, but you know it’s all true.
You find yourself alone again in this battle for your life.
It’s only intent and purpose is to kill or cause strife.
It is not something you can ever see, hear or touch.
Death is imminent and will soon have you in its clutch.
Your only friends in the end are the ones you never asked for
Despair, loneliness and agony eating at your very core.
The only question in the end is how you choose to leave this place
Bullet to the brain, a razor to the vein, or will you simply just go insane?
(Yes I know my poem sucks, I haven’t written one in ages)