Can the night provide the answers
That we miss throughout the day?
Is your dark side buried deeply?
Or does it lay in wait?
The beast that lurks in all of us
Cannot be denied,
And control will come much easier,
If you accept the other side.
Don't let it free to take your will,
But know that it is there,
As every bit a part of you
As all that's good and fair.
Do you really know yourself?
Have you looked beneath your skin?
Can you accept what you might find
If you really look within?
Am I becoming stereotyped?
Lines the same as if they're piped?
Are my clever words no more than cloning?
Skilful rhymes just so much droning?
Messages from within me
Brave the struggle to be free.
Yet all along between the lines
A centre being cries and pines.
In every word built like construction
Are elements born of destruction.
My mind seemingly goes one way
If not black, then darkly grey.
Should I birth the words in this medium?
Or is it really just so much tedium?
I want to write not knowing what I seek
But all the phrases seem so bleak.