The Darkness Is Me

staring out the window
watching snow fall to the ground
I see a cold, desolate waste
no reason to stay here
but when I see you
all I see is you
my worries fly away
only to return again
once you’ve gone from my sight
why do I feel this way
is there really any meaning
in this life
that the inevitable death awaiting me
does not destroy
why should I care so for one
who doesn’t know me
nor I him
I would welcome death
with open arms
he is my father, my brother
and I long to be united with him
when will man conquer his arrogance
and realize that this life
isn’t worth living
my day will come
but for now I wait patiently
dwelling in this waste
brooding in the darkness
from which there is no escape
no light can be found
that could break my sweet ebony paradise
for I am the darkness
the darkness is me