musings of the dark

Where the moon rises and the sun sets,that's where it lies.
Buried, deep down under the layers of soil.
Trampled upon by the never ending treads.
No one knows what lies beneath nor do they care.
After all they aren't the ones looking upward.

Free from it all, but not completely.
The irony is beyond the understandable.
Bogged down and yet not exactly; by something so uncommon.
Nourished by the despair and gloom, growing on it;
Minute by minute while the leech sucks the life out of another.

Filled with life, like none other; filled to the brim
Waiting to get out, eager and anxious, but it isn't easy.
Fate had something else on her mind.
Destiny wouldn't allow it either.
The End is near, too close for comfort.