Darkness

Darkness.
It's all I feel.
Not the wind on my face,
Nor the rain falling down,
Just darkness.

I do not expect you to understand,
Why death hangs over my head,
Tantalizing me to take action.
Telling me just to sleep,
And then all my pain will go away.

How can I feel pain you say?
Yes, all I feel is darkness.
Though sometimes even darkness has mercy.
On occasion it spits me out, and let's me feel,
All the pain and terror in my life.

Humans do not long for the feeling of pain,
But did I say I was human?
Feeling makes you seem alive.
Not feeling makes you a corpse.
So no matter the feeling "good" or "bad" I'm not one to care.

Mentally or physically,
A lover or a parent,
The darkness follows me looming like a cloud.
I cannot escape, only give in and become,
Darkness myself.