The darkness
Is full of deep
Dark passions
Seductively easy
To provoke
To invoke.
I remember watching
The beautifully
Tortured souls
Dancing in the dark
Of the basement
Of the church
On Sunday nights
All in black
Rhythmic
Beautiful
Haunted by
Life.
A housewife
To an affluent
Well to do husband
By day
And driven
By a beautiful boy
On Sunday nights
To dance in
The dark
While her
Gargoyle watched
From his perch
Only to pull over
To the side
Of the road
And make
Angry passionate
Love for a life
Neither could
Have past
The backseat.
I could be happy
Right here
Right now
If the struggle
For doing
The right thing
And knowing it
Weren't so
!@#$%^&* seductive.
I could quit
With fighting
The current that
Threatens to drown me
In the river
Of life…
Let it just take me…
Giving up
Would be so
Easy…
Dark
Gothic
Seductively beautiful.
The Pieta
Is beautiful
Because it is
Torturously painful.
Edward is
Beautiful not for
His diamond skin
But for his
Twisted inner conflict.
Would any
Story be
Good without
Conflict?
Dark beauty
Because Frodo's
Darkness lives
Outside himself
As Golum,
Most of us
Have our tormentors
On the inside…
And somehow
Sharing our
Inner cripple
Makes people
Like us
More because
They can sympathize
And I hate
It.
I hate that
I am loved more
Not for my goodness
But because
Of some romantic
Notion
Of inner struggle
As a gothic beauty…
I can't change
That it is true,
I just don't like
Feeling this way
So that you can
Be happy
That I put
Your darkness
To words.
I beg of
Your collective sadness
To let me
Go…
And be
Happy for me.
