past the comfort
and discomfort of light
a darkness is
born
the darkness
that comes with
immense pleasure
the darkness
that traps
our spirit
the darkness
that strangles
our soul
the darkness
that crushes
our heart
and then,
we dwell
hours and years
thinking
where it all went wrong
and maybe reach
the day
when we compromised
our virtues
or maybe;
the day
when we compromised
the God inside
or maybe;
the day
when we let
the demons touch us
for the first time
but
past the
struggling beauty of life
there is that
kind death,
that awaits our call
it will
set us
all free
of the demons
we grabbed on
while living.
(Never compromise on our virtues. That is the fuel to your spirit, when everything else in life falls apart.)
