The Dark Poetry

Dark is the night, 

And, 

Dark is the day. 

Dark are the words, 

I hear and say. 

Dark are the people, 

And 

Dark are their faces. 

Darkness has been surrounded, 

In the endless spaces. 

Dark is the world, 

Which I speak. 

Dark is their brain, 

So do they treat. 

Dark are the feelings, 

That live inside me. 

And 

Dark are the dreams, 

Which I always see. 

Dark is the blood, 

Rushing through my veins. 

Dark are the drops, 

Falling in the rain. 

And 

So endless the darkness is, 

To free myself from devil’s evil!