Darkness comes

one of my darker poems.

Darkness Comes.

I

I see it coming,
I can't stop it.

Spare the rod,
Spoil the child.

II

Satan is not real.

Demons are...

They roam the world
In the disguise of men.

III

In a corner I write this,
The wall crumbles.
I am in the open.

Alone...

Darkness comes
And I can't stop it.