In Darkness So Fascinating

Seeking out this storm may not have been wise;
Falsely armed with a weapon, protected
And turned around, blackened and connected
To failures I built and begat with lies
In a heart full of blood, cut down to size,
Sworn to the brutal comfort, infected;
Black-clad love self sustained and perfected
Ingrained in the bedrock, painting the skies.
And though despair by my own hand devours
And as this hardness is just a facade,
I can't help but think upon all the hours
So fondly spent in my head playing God.
Infused thus with a pain that never sours
The joy of these dark whispers, on I plod