Welcome to my midnight madness
For pleasure and slaughter with unlimited sadness
The darkness that spreads across these souls
For eternity I gain all lost control
These blood filled memories and wills corrupted
In ancient tongue as I'm interrupted
This fable or myth can become a reality
Depending on the person and their ability
So I write another rhyme to get out of my head
While I spend another day in this whirlwind of dread
Another day wasted in class O.o oh well heres some random rhyme I came up with.
Untapped potential
And this isn't typical dark poetry???
"The darkness that spreads across these souls
For eternity I gain all lost control"
Maybe we need to stop looking at what is typical and more at the rationale behind the words chosen, phrases framed and ideas thrusted??