The dark side of me is such a beautiful and scary thing;
Growling , teeth drenched in my pain, digging deeper, always.
I should let you go but you were there for me when I needed you the most,
An old childhood friend if you will.
How do you let go of the one that held your hand when you were scared, who covered your eyes to protect your innocence, the one who silenced your mind when they fought… How?
I tried before, when I got older and made new friends, but you never left me. Especially on those dark nights when I became afraid of the darkness inside me you took my hand, gave me your hearts and asked me to dance with you in this caliginous space in time.
The dark side of me always is numbing and peaceful.
It really hurts right now though, I can’t seem to catch my breath.
Maybe it’s because of all the tears…
Do I jump over the edge into the unknown or do I enjoy the still abyss and its blinding anesthesia?