The dark is present All around me I'm not afraid of the dark Not the kind in your bedroom at night Not the kind that lurks in shadows
But I am afraid Of the dark that consumes one's heart Of the dark that prowls in my very mind
January slipped it's finger Down my spine As I slip Further down Further down underwater
As I float downwards I think of this darkness The one present Right now My eyelids slowly close And I am left with the dark And the sounds of underwater