Celebration of Darkness
The heart stifled an agony,
Tonight it craved confessions.
The last day lit those desires,
Some familiar faces blamed me relentlessly.
And the night was still young
The moment still alive,
She wanted to celebrate
My darkness tonight.
The fracas went on in a hysterical tone,
We played the blame game till it was dawn.
I wanted to tell her, She should've known,
Everything that transpires doesn't be on it's own,
There were times when the tides were built,
Not me the moments were immersed in guilt.
Not my soul, My conscience were confined by sins,
The epigram read walking on a wire,
You made me walk on strings.
So it won't be you It'd be me who'll celebrate my darkness tonight,
Not me, My Demons are the wrights
When I write.