Dark Poetry

I sit alone and begin to write,
Watching the day fade to night;
Watching the hours pass me by;
One second closer to the day I die.
The words pour themselves into my head,
I love to write; that's what I said,
Word by word; phrase by phrase,
I'm often lost in this daze.
I don't care what you say about me.
I'll still write my poetry happily.