"Darkness" Possible Book snippit :o

There's a Darkness that exists in all humans. Not in the way that dark follows day, not necessarily the extensive black and white belief of good versus evil. It's something a bit more in the gray areas, somewhere in the expansive between that could stretch forever between argued morals and values. It's the thing that makes the same ones who rage verbally against the injustices of the world curl up with a book about dark possession and sensual sacrifice. The thing that calls out to the curiosity of the unknown, and not simply the stigma attached to them. Vampires, Zombies, Werewolves, strong powerful men, impossibly brave women, Superheros – the greatest dream of our twisted natures. No hero is simply born to what he becomes, circumstance and life and tragedy always fixes him. Vampire's are people that defy death while spreading little slices of it. The Paranormal, our imaginations belief that we are genuinely immortal as the passing days and nights, twisting and calling us into it's darker Depths.

Though the Darkness is not entirely evil, either. The term 'Darkness', always brings into mind the impossibly tongue-in-cheek term for something twisted, unwanted, uncouth. It's that parallel, that taffy term that draws in the right frame of mind to form and follow the suggested line of thought. Along and following these thoughts to subjects like Love- most would say the coin follows to Obsession along it's backward facing sister. The truth though rarely do humans particularly understand that their strongest ideal's of 'Love' border on possessive obsession. The greatest love songs, the sweetest of tragic love stories that capture their imagination and make them crave for that elusive emotional attachment. Think of it now, go and follow your thought to the kind of things you crave, and be honest. The deepest, darkest desires that swirl around in the back of your brain, threatening to come close to the light of understanding and illusion.

What if those were offered to you, brought to you with a single stipulation of a glistening gem and platinum collar? No other strings beyond the attachment of the object like some long lost necklace around your very neck? Some love the idea, some of you balk at it with a sniff of derision. The truth though is if it's physical or metaphysical it exists. The old metaphor of ball and chain, these desires and wishes would bring you and bind you to the same thing you said you could not understand. They flirt and tease your so called moral objective and code, the values that you've been beaten and cohered into following like some mindless herd mind to the buzzing noise in the bright lit sky. The desires regardless of logic will swirl, hound, and shark at that crumbing isle of 'Maybe' that exists in your own head, they will continuously test the limitations of 'no' and bring you to your knees in the end. So imagine if you would, that moment of pure genuine terror and fear, that paralyzing moment you realized that no matter your strengths or weaknesses there was no way to fight back, no way to break free, and you were simply at whim of circumstance that had captured you so.

That, that moment. That is your true “Darkness”, your secret dirty desire, locked away. To know, for just a few moments, a few seconds of each day, that ideals like responsibility where lifted from your hands and placed simply into the other; if it's physical or idealistic. It is neither black nor white, neither right nor wrong. No, it is not Faith, not touching on the idealistic or path that lead you to that, this is simply reasoning to understand that Darkness, what it means, internally, mentally, chemically. This is what I mean when I suggest that 'Darkness' exists in all humans, this thing that regardless of race, sexual creed, skin color, religious background or heritage it is there. It is that Darkness that calls to you, that will be harnessed, corrupted, and used to place that weight around your throat. There is no use fighting, its inevitable.

-SADE

Marchwood

I took a step
To await your breath
Alone forgotten,
Forlorn no more
I drifted down this empty darkness
Into the pit of the beast
To find only that which was never lost
Contained in a single floral appetite
Underneath the radiant rays of the moon

A cast aside sweet little thing
Forever entwined in the tangled web we weave
Such sweet little sultry words that wrap
Your hands around my throat and press down
So no more will I see
The daisy grow
‘neigh the rounding belly, see
Chaos creates destruction
Where love breeds war
So you’ve taken the chance to runaway again

I wonder what would it be
To see behind blinded eyes
To walk through life knowing only darkness
To never see the crashing sea
Touch upon the glistening rock face
Perhaps; to see; the colors
That have glittered within your eyes
And I knew that no matter what life I’ve lived
I’d ne’er see a sight more astounding
Then the silence of your breath

Love is a fickle creature
With a tongue a forked rose
And it will bite to soothe
And take away to heal
Though the memory leaves only a stain
Forget this life, forget your past
Have you not seen this blossoming youth?
So wide eyed – round and wondrous
To laugh with such reckless abandon,
Oh, I remember

Do you regret what you see?
What you found so long ago
Caught in the waves of chaos
To cling to like a raft boat
I know, I know I told you then
That I saw more behind those tattered scars
The wings of what once was so brightly shining
But it took nothing of that which you did not wish to give

Follow me, find me, see me
Truly for you are who only you want to be
Alone, alive, breathless and abandonment
I will not take this scar no more
I will find a wing to soar
For even if I catch ablaze within the light of the sun
Someday too soon I will remember what it is
To walk again, to breathe in the freshness of her silvery lights
And taste sense as it was truly meant to be

For only I can heal me.

Serpentine

I want to crawl in your skin
Maybe then I could get a taste
A sample of who you’re meant to be
Possibly the other side of me
Only this time the curtains drop
And I’m not sure when they ever opened
Standing on stage I feel a naked clown
Oblivious to the sounds of the audience below

We are serpents you and I;
We slither through scales and into bodies
A unique mold of one
From frolic touches to longing
Of the times between
The itch that one can’t scratch
Of a taste in the mouth; at the back of the tongue
From the lips to the cover of the gun