Why Does Darkness Look So Beautiful?

I knew something was wrong
that rainy day I opened my heart.

Everywhere I looked I saw bats
instead of doves.

I began to ask myself . . .
Why does darkness look so beautiful?

While looking in the mirror at my heart pulsing
I realized my blood was no longer red
and turning a tainted hue of black.

I felt a cold chill in the air
instantly frost biting my soul

Maybe I forgot to close the freezer door –
No wait, I turned around – it was her.
Why does darkness look so beautiful?

I thought it was cold in here, I told her,
Did you know it makes me feel like standing
in a morgue when you’re near me?

She seemed lost for words
Then she began to speak to me

Her lips, sounding like velcro slowly being pulled apart
as she spewed deceitful words

Part of me was paralyzed by her presence
I faced my demon, walked away, and wondered. . .
Why does darkness look so beautiful?

I thought I heard music, a harpsichord maybe?
No, it was her cell, she was texting again.

It became perceptible
everything about her sounds or looks evil.

Dark eyes that cry blood because her soul
doesn’t know what tears are.


Sleeping means resting on a bed of ice
as your body heat thaws the surface you rest on

Only then, you’re reminded of her pain
as buried blades begin to impale my flesh
where I lay.

At last I walked away not resting
never to look at her fury again

Why does darkness look so beautiful?
I guess I always knew - it just hurts.

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Raymond M. Fournier

Very touching and emotional. You can feel the pain, the suffering and the strength it took to walk away. I really like this one!

nice write

we view darkness as forbidden...danger entices and ultimately is our demise...you created such vibrant images