This is another tidbit that was probably written between 1995 and 1998. While I would consider this to be pure and utter crap compared to what I write today, sometimes we need to understand the developmental process to writing. The overall theme is something I still use today. Make it dark. Make it disturbing. This qualifies as both.
Understanding the Darkness
Can you understand anything, my dark companion
Do you love?
Do you hate?
Do you feel for me what I feel for you?
Can you cry?
My sadness blinks in the darkness
What I have, my friends, isn’t what I thought
And if you walk with me, here, in the darkness
Do not forget the light.
Because I thought I was lonely when god had forsaken me,
But I found myself screaming blood into the night when the devil had forsaken me.
Now I know that true loneliness is the understanding that I can never go back.
I understand the Darkness
Do you understand me.