If darkness were a stranger
would you let them close?
Let them hold you
with shadows under their eyes
and night time washed over
their skin.
Would you let them
control you until
you were nothing but a
empty vacuum;
a hole that shrunk
until it was gone.
Would you let them
steal your borrowed light
and feed off
the little happiness
you have left.
Let them take you
into their giant palms,
caging you in their fingers,
before slowly closing the space,
until the palms are pressing together
and you are but
nothing.
Because I would.
