Be my friend and I will save your life.

Betray me once and I will spare it.

betray me twice and I will take it.

betray me thrice and
wow, carol,
did you really have to be a ***** today?
what is wrong with you.

As life and death while neither truly works

a fear of death and a fear of life fuels my flame

the things I do don’t particularly interest me anymore

I feel like I’m slipping away.

Silenced colors will eventually fade.

If I were to not fear death, would I be able to live?

If I were to not fear life, would I be able to die?

Neither living or dying

mere existing

what existence is this?

to dream of colors that don’t exist

is to say to not dream at all.

But colors that don’t exist envelop us in comfort

and worry falls to all.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The darkness, oh, the darkness.
The velvety feel of the darkness,
The sinister songs of heavy and crackling silence,
-that bathe in the darkness.
Enwrapping me in a loving embrace,
The darkness
Stealing my sleep, plaguing me with memories,
The darkness
Keeper of my secrets and sorrows,
Pulling me in,
Wiping my tears,
The darkness.
Oh, the darkness.
Mon chéri,
The darkness.
Mi amor,
The darkness.
My muse, my friend, my companion.
The darkness,
Oh, the darkness.