Darkness my dear friend.

Darkness of mind, darkness of soul.
That which claims both the young and the very old.
Darkness you claim to be an ally, a friend,
why then do you only bring about, my impending end.

I feel I'm drowning in the light
no one sees me, no one hears my plight.

The darkness outside is
the darkness within.
That ground inside me
so that I exist only from it.

I need my darkness
without it the light takes over
and I feel I'm dying from this exposure.

Darkness, the sweet, eternal friend
when in fact it would be my final brutal end...