deep I go and deeper still
cultivating sadness it shines inside of me why deny it
sweet melancholy serenades in the shadows
quietly I play my melody
metiqulously I climb the notes into my black din
their is cackling accompanied by whispers
the horde reside within the world I've constructed
my onyx tower is inviting I climb the stairs slowly
no one is invited here and they know not to bother me
a place in whick I can peer into the souls of wraiths
with the knowledge I'm better then they
entering into purgatory willingly
all too greet the silence
secrets are kept locked up tight here
the ferryman approaches, I see him
slowly making his way down the bloodied river
my thoughts are barren, my mind empty
there is no fear I can offer as a token
with curses I alter
he poses a question
my dear do you yet desire
and I answer vehemently
reverse the damnation and allow me entrance
never did I need so greatly to be understood by anybody
alone in my spire I wither
Rated for Mature(17+) 
in my tower weep
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Powerfully penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Damian thank you graciously ❤️
Thia is a deeply moving poem, Crimsin. I felt especially those last 3 line. And the music made the poem more real to me, more tragic. To desire death, yet condemned to life, where only sadness can be found. And yet, there is also the deeply felt desire to be “understood”. Crimsin, you may not want anyone in your “onyx tower”, but your poem calls to us nonetheless. Is this not an invitation to at least feel your words?
You write powerfully, Crimsin.
Curt
hello dearest Curt of course it is I hope to move always that you got it makes me happy thank you ❤️