Everyone hates the dark,
Everyone who experiences the dark is left with a mark.
The vast is full of space,
A vast full of brace,
But never grace.
The space is filled with vast of nothing,
Space tries to lure you with humming,
Trying to force you into numbing.
But despite it&#39;s efforts it always fails,
Exhaling from head to tail.
The dark tries to lead you to safety,
Though the dark can make you shaky.
What&#39;s in the dark?
What&#39;s in the space?
It tries to make a base,
Trying to keep you on a lace.
The Vast,
A beautiful past.
A trail unlearned,
Waiting to be overturned.