The Darkness
Is a terribly beautiful thing
In the light
All beauty is lost
Seeing is not a gift
It is a curse
When in the Darkness you don't need to see
You need to feel
Feel the beauty of the darkness wrapping around you
Pulling you into black silk threads
Twisting all around you
One movement
And the threads are razor sharp
Piercing the skin
Drawing out little beads of
Deep
Dark
Red
The red drips to the floor
Forgotten
The word chimes out
Forgotten
Forgotten
Forgotten
Faces appear
And flashing colors cloud your vision
Still
Darkness holds its prize
When darkness falls
Don't try to fight it