dark.

when it gets dark
outside
my soul turns and follows suit.

the world that i have internalized
relentlessly grips my soul,
deceit dripping from its lips,
flowing,
convincing me that i need Him--
that He'll save me from this torment.

the irony screams
until i take notice,
then wanders off,
holding hands with self-loathing.
those two always were inseperable.