My poems are Dark and Depressing you say

Dark thoughts,
deep insights,
sights of darkness.
Only red roses are bright is it?
I question, I ask, I stumble, I mumble,
I seek, I find, I loose, I ask more,
I share, I write,
On nothing I can write yet telling you something,
Dark and Depressing they become, or you say so.
There is so much light in darkness,
dimmed light,
dark light,
bright bright it shines,
only if you see in darkness,
can you understand what I write,
no fright no fright,
just about right, so right that it frightens,
my talks of death and decay,
hits your immortal lives,
I know I know,
if it doesn't then you are not mortal.
My poems are dark and depressing you say,
I have fun writing them this way,
telling you that this is the way,
the only way,
life is but a walk to your grave!