The night, the dark
I am scared to go there
The day, the light
I am not welcome there.
But the grey, the middle
Here I thrive, here I stay.
For in the grey, light mixes
With the dark.
To neither do I belong,
I give no oath of loyalty.
But sometimes I catch a glimpse
Of what lives in the other worlds.
The light, so full of joy and love
The dark, full of hate and evil.
More often than not,
I gravitate towards the darkness.
Something there beckons me,
Offering me sweet release,
Relief from the numbness
I call home.
There is a being, a creature
I cannot see it’s face or form.
I only see darkness
But I sense his presence,
Moving closer, reaching out every day.
I stretch my arm out, extend my fingers
I do not pull back this time.
Our fingers touch, and suddenly
I’m pulled out of grey into the black.
I feel cold, hate, and anger
This long awaited relief from the numb.
My demon, he plagues me,
Making me feel.
He saves me from returning to the grey
He is my sweet release.