"You write
About darkness
And demons
Why don’t you ever
Write about the good things in life?"
Well the good things you see
Don’t make me go crazy
I only see the good
Through an altered lens
Clouds of fog obscure my view
A frigid gloom passes
Over the warmth of sunshine
Its brightness is no match
For this Alaskan winter
So I write these words
For I wish to understand
Why the darkness holds the power
And to hell with the good