Do I like the dark?
It's empty, it's void
Comforting?
No, just the loneliness,
The desolation of the
Nighttime desert.
Expanses of nothing,
Fields of emptiness,
Dunes of sorrow,
Wastes of weariness.
Fear, he's here too.
Right next to me as I travel
These lost corridors of my heart
My own constant companion
My thoughts drag me down
Into a quicksand of dementia
