Addicted To Sadness

Darkness calls to me and I listen every time
awaiting her with open arms unable
to resist the thoughts she gives me.

She eventually worms her way into my heart
slowly killing it and I find myself slowly
growing too accustomed to her being
there until it's almost comforting.

Darkness starts holding my hand guiding me away
from the light, who is watching from a distance
desperately calling for me. I don't listen.

I talk to the darkness and she understands my feelings
completely and I feel whole for a while until she chips at
my mind placing unwanted thoughts there until
I talk to her once more, liking the way she soothes me.

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