Thy darkness comes to comfort.
Hidden in the shadows
Happiness is a fleeting thought.

Time flies by never being seen.
For the darkness hides time well.
Before processing a thought the hands of time fall through.

Darkness cloaks the mind's eye.
Blinding thyself from life.
As the hands turn time life fleets by.

Thy darkness that came to comfort
becomes thy enemy.
For thy darkness took  life that never truly began.