Step into the haunting world of Sindy with “I Long for Days of Darkness.” This gothic spoken word poem is a chilling confession of pain, betrayal, and the strange comfort found in shadows. Blending raw vulnerability with the beauty of darkness, Sindy reveals why the night feels more honest than the light.

Perfect for fans of gothic poetry, dark spoken word, and haunting performances, this piece captures the essence of gothic storytelling — emotional, mysterious, and unforgettable.

If you’ve ever been drawn to the darker side of life, let Sindy’s words guide you into a world where sorrow, beauty, and shadows intertwine.

LYRICS:

[Poem][Spoken Word]
I long for days of darkness…
not the passing of night,
but a world where shadows breathe,
and silence tells no lies.

[Poem][Spoken Word]
I was promised light,
and it burned me blind.
I was told hope endures,
but it withered in my hands like ash.
So I walk where the sun does not reach,
where grief has carved its altar,
and I bow to what is left.

[Poem][Spoken Word]
Do not mistake me for a monster.
I am no more cruel than the stars,
who watch, unblinking,
while the earth crumbles beneath them.
But the light—
the light betrays with false comfort,
with smiles painted over wounds
that never close.

[Poem][Spoken Word]
Darkness is honest.
It asks for nothing but surrender.
It hides nothing,
for in its depth,
all are the same.
The broken,
the betrayed,
the ones who never found a place in daylight.

[Poem][Spoken Word]
And so I long for days of darkness…
when sorrow will no longer whisper in secret,
but sing openly in every heart.
When we will no longer pretend to be whole,
but embrace the beauty of ruin.

[Poem][Spoken Word]
If that makes me wicked,
then let me be wicked.
If that makes me lost,
then let me be lost.
For I am not afraid of the shadows.
I am afraid of the lie called light.

[Poem][Spoken Word]
The darkness waits for me.
It has always waited.
And when it comes for the world,
I will not mourn the sun’s retreat.
I will not plead for morning.
I will lift my face to the endless night,
and whisper:

[Poem][Spoken Word]
At last… I am home.