My Thoughts

I love the dark, I can't stop thinking about it, oh how it wraps me in a cold empty and loving embrace, of safety that doesn't exist in any physical dimension, oh how it fills me with the cold ice of solitude and silence, it's calming unyielding presence, that  is so thick it drowns my every motion and thought, so I dare not provoke it, for to find myself a victim of a vain torture that none have survived with any memory of life as it once was... would in all sense of the word become nothing more than a banshee, yet it's not even there... because it doesn't exist, and it is driving me insane with the thought of where it is and when will it be back, the voices are laughing now, taunting me with there shrilling and crying laughs of mockery, all of them now in perfect and graceful union with one another,oh the perfection, oh the perfection... of there song of insanity... it drives me deep into never ending madness...and deeper still... how can anything be so pure and be of darkness at the same time, oh why do the voices taunt me... as if a plaything, am I a toy meant only for the entertainment of a dark seething monster called misery, I hope not... for then my life has no meaning, and will be that only of a banshee... to fall victim of the banshee... Misery..., is to fall victim to the Darkness and that would dim the joyful and happy memories from me till hope and happiness is... non-existent... and what horror that would be, so I walk in the Darkness... so others may see the light, for to do as I... nay to be as I, you need to know that horror and all the horror that comes along with it, for the way of the banshee is a simple one..., live to tell the stories of those who have died, their meaning and tell of how they died, but..., but... the worst part of all is that a banshee is just the person that lives on to remember the dead, and their stories...,the person who cries at night over the deceased, that is what a banshee is and we all are banshees in a way, so to the dead... may we always remember you.