The Last

And the last; darkness…
It clings to my soul,
Walks my heart and follows the
Despair, frustration, my loneliness, bleakness…

It crawls in my soul, eats away everything.
Embracing it takes so little,
Accepting it, raises an eyebrow
Loving it is different.

Indifference, isn't?
That, what I am?
Unfeeling to you;
And those hollow emotions of yours?

Then you are as foolish as the rest,
Perhaps I choose not
To acknowledge them
Or you on the other level;
My base level
You will never find.

The darkness hides me…
Can you call upon the Life to bring back,
The hated Light too my soul?