I wish I had never told you
how your absence made me sad
how your praises felt untrue
or how your night calls make me glad

I wish I kept it secret
the agony in my head
the explosions in my bleeding heart
the wounds that took your place

I wish you never knew
and were happy as you thought
absent from you memory
and your life's exciting plot

my hands outstretched i try to reach
for your seeking fingers calling
and bring you back to this beaming beach
and save you from the drowning

You've given me much cause to be
glad to become a part of your storm
to sit in the tree of your wishes and see
how feelings worm through our cosmic form

but now my despair born from the fear
that you will leave and I will live
I cage my rage but it fights to tear
out of my heart and consume my belief,

Its a deep type of dark.
Pitch black on the edges
and darker
somewhat spirally and almost
almost stroboscopically grows
darker as it quickens
into the middle.
It's a slow type of dark.
So slow it seems to be motionless
as though movement forms before and after it.
It's a quiet type of dark.
So quiet it seems to hum in the ear.
So quiet it could be termed
dark silence?
So silent it scares.
As though there is a whisper
not heard through the ears
but felt
in the heart.