In The Dark
In the dark there are whispers,
Softly heard as if
They are the dark itself.
In the dark there are faces,
Softly seen as if
They are the dark itself.
In the dark there are bodies,
Softly felt as if
They are the dark itself.
In the dark there are presences,
Softly sensed as if
They are the dark itself.
In the dark,
One is treated with no respect or love.
It pulls you in like a black hole pulls
In light, as we are lights.
What is love but a river of blood
Flowing all too quickly into a vampire’s mouth.
Dwell on these thoughts.