Black of Night

My favorite color is black

Not because it's the absence of color and so it pairs well with anything and everything,

but because it's comfortable and it reveals the inner thoughts of my mind and desires of my soul.

Through the blackness of the night the inner truths of myself come to light

Although I burry them deep, there is no stopping them from manifesting

Black acts as my abyss and my soul succumbs to the demons that it brings

And while I try to fight the feeling of sinking into the depths of the shadows that my soul produces, I can not

With my mind intertwined with the black scene of my soul, I become unhinged trying to escape the cataclysmic domino effect of simply being alive

Anxiety and depression

Demons of the mind that reach out for me in the black of night

Not allowing for my colors to shine but to become professionals and perfect the method of grabbing me and pulling me under to drown the soul I am trying so desperately to save

Demons of the night that are coated in the black of sadness and anger hunger for fear

Forcing me to surrender to the darkness, taking the life inside me so that one day I can take my own.

Through the blackest and soulless nights that eat me from the inside out

Through the brightest days that are always outlined in darkness waiting to close in on me

Through the deprivation of human emotion

Scratching an itch through alcohol and medication and unhealthy relationships

The blackest nights are comfortable and familiar, my unanticipated and my raw safe haven despite knowing what awaits me in the darkness.