Home to the dark

It is Clement and serene 

Only Embers of pain remain 

But are they over the years of teens? 

Cause this hope is getting bane 

 

For so, without the sadness 

To fill the void in the heart 

It feels fully empty and so less 

Almost as if I’m numb to the start 

It was cold and dark 

But it eerily started to feel warm 

Has this melancholy become my mark? 

Because with this darkness I conform 

I find myself wanting 

Wanting to go back and back 

This peace is too peacefully daunting 

So I wait for my home and heart to turn black