mirth

 
darkness peak within my soul
it started speaking in parables...

"define yourself in your art
the dark implores you oh curious nymph
slip inside your blackened gift"

so I stir the ire within me to see what would rise
inside I saw great manifestations
court jesters of mirth who soiled my thoughts with cult thinking
upturning my beliefs and shaking my core values

I sought to greet my dread
with little epiphanies spouted off hand
it laughed at my attempts to be what I wasn't
socially adept and happy

oh sol of defilement tell me the meaning of my darkened outlook
inside my chaos I ache
withering in the heart of me
the unknown chasms beckons
and I fall victim to pain of my own making

desirous an answer
the dark laughed and said

"greed inside your wander lust makes you prey to guile
inside your soul weep
for there may be no tomorrow"