What does it mean To Be Alive? A poem By The Dark Poet Byron

What does it mean to be alive?
I ask myself everyday
Wondering if I’m already dead,
If this is the hell that I have sought

Yes, this is hell, to forever be so trapped
Gone with the wind
I am prisoner shackled with chains.

Nightmares fear and regret
There is no rest for a wicked heart
No sombre silence for those who are cursed
No candle vigil for those without regret

It is anger, which gives me strength
Anguish that grants me power
Fear that gives me wings
In the face of endless dreams

My eyes a shade of black
My heart a shard of ice
My soul a hollow shell

I am the darkness in your heart
A nameless fear corrupting souls
I am the black leviathan
And shadows rule my world…

A poem By The Dark Poet, Byron
Incoherent thoughts that are bombarded in my brain. This life I hold together is a lie I tell myself. Look at your life and pick apart the seams. Those scars remain the same….