I used to be afraid of the dark.
I felt like it would surround me
Choke me
Trap me
I could always see long fingered monsters
in the shadows about
to ****** me away.
But it's different now,
I long for it to surround me
Embrace me
Hide me
It blocks out everything
and softens it
Like a think blanket or
an old book
I've made peace with its silence
and I've come to realize
that the world scares me more than any monster.

I like the fog,
I like that it blurs everything
in the distance,
and that it gives my thoughts
soft edges.
It lets me know the small space
around me
Like it is saying,
Don't look
at anything but the red break lights
ahead of you.
Let the world disappear into
streetlights

My head, my heart, they are empty,
producing, containing nothing.
Yet, they are stuffed to the max,
flooding with thoughts, emotions, worries, hopes.
How can one be so empty, yet so full?
I am a ghost existing,
alive and dead in this twisted world.
They drain us of vitality and fill us with emptiness.
We are the lost.
Don’t bother looking for us,
we are already gone, found.