Are you ready for this?

Probly not... but I shall show you anyways... fwahaha. The polished turned-in version of an earlier off-the-top-of-my-head blog poem. Just though I'd give you a little insight of what happens to some of the things I write here.

The Most Difficult Thing

The dark starless night beckons me,
Bringing me far too near
The howling wind, whispers secrets
With people all too deaf to hear,

They hide in a blanket of darkness,
But letting no one see,
The reality of those nightmares,
That forever haunt you and me.

I'm carried into madness,
And drawn away from sanity,
I'm face to face with demons,
And shown the evils of humanity,

A slave to your reality;
Why can't I just exist?
And as that dark sky beckons me,
I know I must resist.