Darkness Be My Friend
As the sun sets and the moon rises,
I start to fell afraid.
Afraid about not seeing the sun again,
Afraid about being stuck with the depressing moon.
As the night wears on,
I sense something following me.
I turn around as fast as lightning
There’s nothing there.
At least nothing I can see.
What was following me wasn’t following me at all.
It was darkness.
And it felt so good.
To be engulfed in it and to feel all the different kinds of pain.
It was like the world had opened up,
And had let me have the time of my life.
Sadly, the sun rises and the moon sets.
As the top of the moon finally disappears,
‘Darkness, be my friend’.
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