Darkness is so impure its celestial
To reach a hand and scoop midnight loneliness
Is the epitome of woe.
Can light be so overbearing as to trump the inky sky?
Can our minds beat our hearts?
Can our souls devour our bodies?
Is everything an illusion?
Life may be merely a detour.
A black sun prowls in all
Sucking up light
Yet glimmers daze on.
We cannot close our eyes and let ourselves go
Even though darkness is in all.