No, I’m not afraid of lights getting turned off or the sky darkening. I’m more afraid of what the dark has to offer than darkness itself. What I fear is a quiet room filled with complete emptiness, unwanted memories, broken thoughts and lingering feelings.
It’s like a never ending battle, the dark is the predictor and I’m the pray.
Every night, I lay there, awaiting in my bed as the dark devours me. I wait for my mind to transform into a maze, with no place to escape and nowhere to hide.
And when this all takes place, there’s nothing else I can possibly do, except to close my eyes and wish for a brighter day.
It’s like a never ending battle, the dark is the predictor and I’m the pray.
Every night, I lay there, awaiting in my bed as the dark devours me. I wait for my mind to transform into a maze, with no place to escape and nowhere to hide.
And when this all takes place, there’s nothing else I can possibly do, except to close my eyes and wish for a brighter day.
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