Bitterness is like a sickness.
At first the symptoms are mild.
Over time they fester and get worse.
Left untreated it spreads to others.
l’amour is the only cure.
Certain and for sure.
As if my words are of the pure.
But it doesn't matter.
Because I know.
I walked in that shadow.
I've been down that road.
I can't be angry with anyone.
No matter how hard I try.
All I can do if there intentions are to hurt and inflict pain.
Is to put a mur between us.
Separate my body from my soul.
The cœur, coeur follows.
Resting my head upon the gallows.
If toi want it, take it.
But my l’amour I own.

I know some people do not like the idea of darkness, but that is reality. There is darkness in the light. toi can't control it, without darkness there wouldn't be light. My club is about expressing dark feelings that toi rather do on paper than to yourself. Would toi won't a bunch of teen doing bad things to themselves ou write it down? what seems better? Write ou Do? For me its write. My club is also for curious souls wondering about dark poetry. Also toi don't find tons and tons of clubs about dark poetry. I think people who are against the fact dark poésie is better than actually hurting yourself do not know what us humans are capable now adays.