Thirteen years ago, I led a very dark and disturbing life, and I was suffering severely with mental illness and drug addiction. During this dark period of my life, I isolated myself from my family, friends and the world in my little den on Long Island. While I was in my "Den of Darkness" I did something else besides drugs and drinking, I sat at my desk and wrote poetry. Hundreds and hundreds of poems that stored in my desk top computer. These poems were not written in a proper state of mind. Unfortunately, because of the mind set I was in at that time, my poetry is very dark and disturbing, but when I think about it -- isn't Batman dark and disturbing? These poems describe the way I felt when I lived in my "Den Where I Cried."