My Sweet Release

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.