Why I write these sorrowful tomes?
Why you always read them?
It's because the weight of words hangs heavy in the air,
A relentless echo of pain and despair.
I seek to draw tears from eyes once dry,
A portrait of anguish under a shadowed sky.

But why do you seek the tales of madness and woe?
The descent to the edge, the depths below?
Perhaps it's the mirror I hold to your souls,
Revealing the truth that the facade controls.

I am the conduit, the channel of strife,
Navigating the chasm between truth and life.
Wrapped in high quality words, a poignant art,
Yet in the vibrant chaos, I play a part.

You're pulled towards my suffering with a force unbound,
As if it anchors your souls to common ground.
So on this palette of darkness, in each piercing cry,
You glimpse your own struggles, your own battlecry.

For this reason, I shall carry on writing, in anguish and pain,
My words will touch the depths you can't quite explain.
For within my torment, you may just find,
The fragments of our own souls intertwined.

© MyrninAsterSnow