Blackest night
Absence of light
Line of light passes through the cracks
Take a glimpse
Too much for me
No one else it could be
Except for the daily check-in
Everything around my head
Pictures of static
For my emotion
Locked in the attic
Cannot analyze
The heart behind it all
Darkness is merely the absence of light
Yet deep inside resides plenty of strife
Asking me to survive
For what?
The faucet no longer pours
Only drips until it's sealed
Thankfully the mirror
Too dark to see
The scars within my iris
A large chamber for liquid
In a minute
It could be my new home
Come visit my catacomb
Found the cure to my syndrome.