Darkness

Nature is a curious thing
But has never been interesting
Why would I be interested
In something I don't like?

Or even my own "home"
My own family annoys me
Just by talking to me.

But the darkness...
Yes, I fear it.
And part of me hates it.

But it lets me in my own mind
The peace of having my senses dulled
Pure bliss caked in agony

Like having Heaven surrounded by Hell.
A place safer than no other
But venture out too far
And it becomes such fatal pain

Deadlier than other people can be
Deadlier than that raging fire.
Deadlier than the pressure of water
Or even the sharpness of a blade

But that small bit of bliss
Surrounded by the pain
If you can stay in it 
You have a true home to stay

But why not spend time with other people?
It's simple, really.
Even if I begin to love someone
I'd start to hate them eventually.

So I stay in that balance
Of agony and bliss
And enjoy their company
When I can 

Because the rest of my time
I spend in the one place I feel safe
The darkness.
The place I call my home.