As Darkness Grows

The pain I feel,

It eats away,

Away from me,

Like rotting decay.

 

Can you make it stop?

Can you make it end?

How much longer,

In pain must I spend?

 

You have not caused this,

That much is true.

The pain I feel,

Is not for you.

 

It is fault of mine,

That things are this way.

My actions, I see,

Push you away.

 

To his arms you flee,

To his warm embrace,

Leaving me a cold,

Dark, empty space.

 

And in this dark,

I now reside,

With demons and devils,

No place to hide.

 

You have not left me,

Not as of yet,

That you soon will,

Is a certain bet.

 

I expect the words;

“It’s not working out”,

To pass you lips,

Without a doubt.

 

I try not to love you,

I try not to care.

Not for spite,

But to prepare.

 

Prepare for the dark,

Which now grows bold.

There’s a chill is the air,

Much more than cold.

 

I still love you,

I hope you know.

Even if this love,

I cannot show.