Is it natural?
To be afraid of the dark?

Let's say perhaps,
You were to take a child,
Young,
Innocent,
And sweet.

Made a world for he,
Or she,
Completely comprised of darkness,
Would they live a life,
So full of love?

If so,
If they learned to love,
The only life they know,
With no fear of what many do,
What would happen,
How would he,
Or she,
Feel being taken to a world of endless light?

The world
Right here
Sits so close
To the next
Maybe we can't see it
Maybe to some it doesn't exist
To some neither this world does
And neither does the next
But like a lover
The good ones with their hands out stretched
Be careful
The hand you hold
May be no lover

Writing to pass the time
Ends up being always writing all the time
Constantly working on my mind
I love machines but not the grind

A little love
And elbow grease
Is all this body
Really needs

And yet
My hand is outstretched
Knowing I'll touch nothing
But darkness

I will give anything
To see it again
To see the way
You light up the dark

There's an question in my head
The answer is always whispered back
Always no

Love is consistency
Knowing what's right
And settling for nothing less

Not giving up
Not humouring a fallacy
Or cradling a lie

It's a battle always
But the other side of love is never the same

A state of constant change
And when it's at its weakest
Is when love can then take over

I've been bit by the snake
Feeling the toxins enter my vain
Taking the path straight to my brain

My stomachs turning and turning
I'm in pain

Anxiety growing like a tree
Through nerve endings in my body

Brain like soil
Holding its roots

A skull like concrete
Begins to crack when they go too deep

Branches reach out and leaves grow from me
Casting a shadow onto my body