Sometimes the nights never end
Like an unrelenting storm they keeps pouring
As unforgiving black holes never find their bottom

As every drop of hope finds itself
absorbed into the deepest darkest ocean
As no one can escape reality no more than gravity

And when everyone's positive thought
optimistic sentiment becomes nothing
empty words on a sinking float

As you find that promises they made
were never really promises, after
which you are told, life just goes on.

And as one sinks a little deeper into
darkness surrounded by the Devils cloak
preparing his jaws for his final bit.

A little flicker from a little heart as fragile
as a candle in the storm, but as
as a tenacious  Ox or Elephant.

Says why don't we make darkness our home
As we learn the beauty of becoming forgotten
driftwood floating in the ocean.

So that is what I did I simply
made darkness my home.