The darkness of where you sit
Ensures you get goosebumps
Until that one little light is lit,
The darkness of where you sit
Ensures your insides crawl in you then crumble,
Until that one little light is lit
The darkness of where you sit
Will wait until you embrace it's lack of color,
Until you embrace its untroubled silence,
Until you embrace its weakened will,
Its calm shroud of absence,
Its unexpected peace.
So restrain.
No light needs to be lit
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
The darkness of where you sit
Ensures you get goosebumps
Until that one little light is lit,
The darkness of where you sit
Ensures your insides crawl in you then crumble,
Until that one little light is lit
The darkness of where you sit
Will wait until you embrace it's lack of color,
Until you embrace its untroubled silence,
Until you embrace its weakened will,
Its calm shroud of absence,
Its unexpected peace.
So restrain.
No light needs to be lit
