Dark things and all…

Harshitha Bhasker
Sep 3, 2018 · 1 min read

I am what all dark things are made of,

Evil and all.

Strange conniving thoughts that keep me up all night

Black is my soul and even blacker my non existent heart

My feelings long dead, you cannot incite even a thought

Do not show me affection, I do not know of these afflictions

Do not care for me it’s not what I want

Watch me from afar, stare at me and observe

I’m that zoo animal kept behind bars

You can sympathise but you cannot walk back home with me…

Rain bearing clouds I am, I will rain on your parade

Always waiting for things to fall apart, good will never come

Hope is all in vain

I am the child the parents wished they never had

I am hatred, anger and jealousy all combined into one

My Seven sins rule all over the town

I am what all dark things are made of..

You cannot love me- for I am the unlovable one!

Harshitha Bhasker

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