When darkness comes
When the darkness comes,
It blocks out the light.
Hovering overhead to drown me in delight.
A cruel, damp, and soggy mess.
Pours itself into my soul.
While it gasps for air and scratches for life,
My soul sputters and spits the vile mess.
Fighting for life it takes a deep breath,
Takes hold of the darkness and strangles it to death.