Think now: what is Darkness?
Is it when the sun falls?
No.yet, there is no light.
It is neither an object,or a being.
It's a mental thought,
The harvester of hope.

Darkness is a fly.
Joining you,but never leaving you alone.
You can let it in,
But never out,
You ignore it. Yet it's always on your mind.
Until you've had enough.
You are now a wasp.
The harvester of hope,
The consumer of lives.
It can hand you a knecklace of rope.
Or allows a drought,
In your veins. As if the liquid has left your body.
The dictator of lives.

Think now:
What do you feel?
As if an ocean has swallowed you whole?
Are you paralysed? In an ocean,
Of Darkness...