Darkness demands pain,
Pain demands feelings,
But you just stare at the ceiling,
And depression’s got a great deal.

But still is the sky,
And the pillows on your bed

The table is messy
Your OCD needs to be fed.

The voices from The echoing sky
Keeps howling

“Don’t be ashamed  in the dark”
“Don’t be ashamed by your design”
She said.
“It’s fine,
don’t croon,
don’t loose your dime.
Sure darkness demands pain
But,
Darkness also demands to be decorated with fairy lights.