I seek Darkness
In the folds of time
To hide my insecurities
They plague me in the day light
And reflect the pain I bare
I seek darkness
In secret places
To carry me from my foes
To shield me from their searching eyes
And strike fear into their souls
I seek darkness
In the silence
To set my mind to rest
A bridge of warm black serenity
From this world to the next
About Me
- Troy Francis Antonino Da Costa
- "Life is supposed to be difficult," he said taking a long swig for his ornate hip flask, "It’s the struggle against the infinite violence of a universe.” I smiled, perhaps he was right or perhaps he was just an asshole making it up as he went along, but the gravity of his remark struck me unexpectedly. The default to life was indeed struggle, for all life not just intelligent life; why would I be exempt. I didn’t care for the man and his insidious gloat of pomposity. Nothing is absolute, nothing certain, which makes the possibilities boundless. The joy of life is making it from one moment to the next through adversity and earning the things the things people say about you when you arrive at your freshly dug grave carried by those you hold dearest.
you could always sleep under the bed?
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