Ok I'm just writing this and it could be dark so you're for warned.



Darkness

As darkness falls,
I stare out,
into the night.

All those horrible thoughts,
come rushing to my head,
Dark thoughts,
Thoughts of death,
Destruction,
and evil.

I try not to think about them,
But they keep coming back,
The thought of killing,
the very people,
who made my life,
Miserable,
Hell,
and unbareable.

They are the very people,
who should see what I see,
Should see death,
Hell,
and destruction.

I laugh at what they may say,
when they see it,
when they see my thoughts.

The thoughts that show me,
My worst,
scary memories.
Memories of a guy's head cracked open,
Of someone commiting suicide,
with a shotgun,
Of a guy who was so depressed,
He jumped off a 5-story building,
and fell to his death.
Of the guy who saw what some considered,
Morbid,
Sick,
and sad,
Hanging himself,
from all the memories.

What they don't know,
Is that I have a terrible secret,
A secret that tells,
Of how I could do something terrible,
to my enemies,
and those I hold dear.

I control it,
but soon,
I'll burst,
and all that hatred,
Depression,
and sadness,
Will come out.

I think this,
As I stare out into the darkness,
And think about them.

I mutter to myself,
Someday,
You'll be in hell,
and I'll wait in the corner,
to watch you see,
hear,
and your expression of it.

I stop thinking,
and go away from,
the window,
and go to bed.

Now I dream of good things,
Of my imagination,
And when I wake up,
I'll be ready to,
go through it again.