Monday, 13 June 2011

The Dark Side

Walk away now
I am crashing,
plummeting with alarming speed.
Thrown from this place, 
without warning.
Twisting, tumbling,
free falling.
Without the safety of a net,
or a parachute,
into infinite darkness.

I want to runaway.
Bury my head,
need to be alone.
You can help me?  I think not 
I would resent you,
hate you,
likely to kill you.
Murder in my heart.
So many have tried,
but this is my madness.
My secret
This is what I hide.