I don’t know why, but I seem to be on a depressing writing spree. So much for Christmas, cheery writing. I think I’ve programmed my brain to only write dark stuff anyways. o.0
If I searched the depths of despair, would any comfort be found there? If I cried out to the darkness, would a small spark be given to the hopeless? If I cried until I fell asleep, would my dreams come peacefully, or downward would I plunge, into nightmares from which I run?
So many questions do I have, like why this is still there? Nearly many years have passed, I thought I’d stop these nightmares.
But, oh, it’s not just when I sleep, but also when I wake, that I can feel him haunting me, using my past pains.
“Dead God!” I cry into the night, sometimes with unanswered prayers, but deep down, I know inside, He has not left me in the depths of despair.