Darkness it is,
With its obesity of destruction
Dampening the sight of vision
Without any recommendation
Thoughts of its positive condition
Triggers the actual preposition.

A moment to tell,
I inhaled in my own demolisher
Not knowing the factor of its presence
Only an unrecognizable leftover
Scratching out tears in my eyes
Also binding lack of peace with my mind.

Ohh, it is a poison,
That doesn't need a reason
To carry out its mission
Of darkness infusion.


© @fmusa