Everyone says it is a feeling.
For logical people it is something to do with emotions.
But just as childhood doesn't begin and end at a certain age, pain too,
I believe is always lurking somewhere in us festering.

And if you look closely enough,
You might be able to catch a glimpse of it.

That dark gloomy place everyone avoids so much.
People try to hide it, that place everyone is afraid to face,
But secretly exists within all of us.

Sometimes is forgotten but is always there, waiting silently,
Bidding it's time to shine.
And in that place I flourish.
I bloom and shine ever so darkly
I always relish in that dark place
It feeds me.

As I stare at myself in the mirror
Those cold black unfeeling eyes
I smile darkly as I hear the whisper reminding me to go home

The last of the dying light goes out
As I welcome the darkness to consume me once again becoming one.