When the darkness hits,
The emotions flow,
They don't come in bits,
And time is now slow;
In the darkness no one can see,
All your tears that flee,
Unlike words on paper,
They seem to sound softer,
Like a hidden anger,
One that brushed up against your soul,
Turning your heart into nothing but a black hole;
Voices in your head just tight,
You try with all your might,
To keep everything close and tight,
Try to keep everything out of sight;
However, there are things we cannot hide,
And some things still get left inside,
When darkness hits,
Emotions flow,
They don't come in bits,
And time is slow;