The Sound of Darkness
How excruciating is the sound of darkness
You may not always see it in fields of white
You may never know what true darkness is
Yet, the sound of darkness is like the taste of air
Or the feeling of lonesomeness
Though you may not always see it or even feel it
Darkness always has a sound
Whether it be your worst fear or doubts
Sprouting from somewhere inside the far corners of your mind
Like the seed it is it grows on you
Molds to you
As though it were a second skin
Fore everywhere you go there always lies shadows
And as an impersonation of your blackened existence
Your own shadow follows you step by weary step
The only time you shall not see, hear, or feel the shadows
Is when you’ve completely been swallowed up by those shadows as a whole
Total, excruciating, darkness
