something about the dark,
that taunts the mind
it holds your dreams,
it stains the light

something about the deep,
that makes feelings go steep
i'm not sure what to say,
but i know there's always a way

maybe it's in a clutter,
which comes when the butterflies flutter
it's not very clear;
i hope it isn't near

i can feel it breathing,
i can hear it's thoughts
it's living;
when i'm hardly thinking

i need all these to go away,
i need my mind to stay sane
it's all an ado,
but what can one do?