I pour these words on paper
When everyone's at slumber
I dream when everyone's awake
Like a serpent dutiful for one's sake

I slither, I toil, I breathe, I devour
All it seems for a tiny glasshour
My antidote is mercy not love
A crow as white as a dove

Salvation will not reach me for an eons
My busy hands are as tired as a peon's
Darkness is light, when it is solemn
My chains will forever be broken

At the door comes a knock or a beating
That demands an uncomfortable greeting
So you hide from the guest
And deny the request
For this most unavoidable meeting

I met you where night hangs like a prayer, and the planets spin around and around. In a world with no gravity, you pulled me in, right beside the stars that die in silence. Here, everything freezes.
And your eyes are the most beautiful thing to look at. In the deepest of dark, our hearts dance on dust and ice. Here, the wind howls, and chips of ice blow in the wind, swallowed whole by the emptiness around. Between the dying stars, we searched for a spark. A solemn flame that would keep us alive. The air here is dangerously thin, but this flame would still survive. A saving grace, ions away from home, crash-landing here wasn't so bad in the end. Far away from everything that we know, better here than a place we've never heard of. Though the ground beneath us will hold us forever, I've found this solemn spark, one that I'll remember forever. Although the stars around are too tired to shine, like them, we too, fight to burn. Two bodies lost in the dark

You never asked.
For this burden.

To be their salvation.
To salvage the light.

You grew up in the dark.
Yet you never dulled your spark.

They look to you for answers.
They look to you for hope.

You nurturer you're mind.
Found another way of life.

You learned long ago.
Not everyone can be saved.

Still somehow.
You hope.
You're wrong.

You are a boy.
You are a saviour.

Finding the faintest light.
To keep the spark of hope.
Alive.

You want me to take off my clothes
The clothes of my soul
You want me to turn around slowly
Standing bare in front of you
So you can get a good look at everything
You want me to show you everything
But I know what you'll really see
You'll see my
Scars
Bruises
Darkness
Things I've long locked away
Letting few if any see
But I have one question
When I am laid bare
Will you run away?
Will you see how many
Scars
I have and worry they'll cloud my view?
Will you see my
Bruises
And wonder if I'll give you any?
Will you see my
Darkness
And worry that it will spread?
Or would you look past all that
Search for my perfections
They are there
Just few and far between
And if you see my imperfections
(Which I know you will)
And my perfections
What will you decide?
Will you stay?
Or run?
As so many have

Absence of light
Present at night
Proof that man fears the unknown
And its place can't be known

A symbol of fear, terror and harm
One that has spooked every man
Whether black, yellow or white
All have once feared its might

But what does it mean to me
As I sit in the thick of it
It's a place of peace, freedom and hope
For no one can see me when I mope

For me the Darkness is not scary,
It's simply a quiet place
Where I and my mind can commune
And I simply love the silence of a tomb

I sit there with my dreams
Broken or not,
Achieved or not,
Hoped for or not.

The chilly breeze whispers against my skin,
As darkness descends, silence envelops within.
Ocean waves surrender to the moon's gentle pull,
Their soothing melody, my heart's lonely lull.

I wander, lost, from the world's prying eyes,
From scars that linger, like an open wound's sigh.
Yet, in this darkness, a glimmer of hope resides,
A beacon calling, guiding me to peaceful tides.

Halfway to solace, I pause, take a breath,
And let the night's tranquility envelop my depth.
One more step forward, into the unknown night,
Toward the promise of peace, where stars shine bright.