The one who's running,
Making the Darkness their home,
Not letting any light through,
No light shall be shone,

I sit here all night,
Talking to who?
Myself you may ask,
Well that I say is true,

Less and less to talk to,
More and more to fear,
The harder this all gets,
The less I can shed a tear,

Just talk, I know you want to,
I've been waiting here for you,
I guess it hardly matters,
I just want it to be through.


- Helpful Anon