You don't think know I know that place?
I've lived in that place
Dark and warm
Felt its fingers creep around me
Silent and muffled
No care
All despair
But at least you can't hear them
At least all you feel is numb
There is no comfort
To stifle the flora and fauna of that blackness
That comes when you succumb to the void
Drinking oblivion
I know that place.
I know it's cracks and crevices
I know it's depths.
I know intimately every bend of its emptiness
A bitter companion
Of endless years
With naught but a candle of hope
That anything exists
But pain
But as dark as it seems up above
In the real world,
It's infinitely darker down here.
And I know that bitter thought
Of "How could it ever get better?"
And maybe you'll spend a lifetime
In horrid darkness
Walking the road of loneliness
But every now and then,
The clouds will part,
And the sun will shine on your face
And you will remember what it feels like
To be alive again
And maybe for the first time
In a very long time,
You will want to be.