The best thing about darkness
Is that it isn't really heartless
We unluckily perceive it by
These lies used to conceal it
And in a world full of light
We're taught to avoid the
Oh so Shadowing night
And despite its best intentions
It's left untouched and never
Mentioned.
It loves us all to death
But to death is how we see it.
We think it's something brutal
But it's really nothing crude at all
It's warming
It covers up the pain
and hides ours sorrows all away,
And yet we sit here
and frown upon it another day
Not truly realizing all the ways it's helped us.
Or the ways that it protects us.
Just the ways it scares us.