Blackened
When the heart's bestowed a gift
Which others deem as wrong
It can push you to the edge
To seek where you belong
Finding once on sorrow's ledge
That you're already there
Teaching those who preach of how
Your soul's in need of prayer
Some might blow reality
To hide their inner storm
Concurring with the shallow minds
In order to conform
Conform to what? I wouldn't know
As I will never try
I prefer to flood my depths
Than drown what they'll deny
Shunned or mocked; but mostly both
Indifference - I've known
Shown by those afraid to face
‘My darkness’ is their own.
