The evening darkness invades a child's room, Swallows it up leaving nothing but gloom. Elongated shadows mutate into shades, Who peer from the darkness prepared to invade As day-time dust bunnies beneath a child's bed Transform into ogres inclined to behead Anyone who's foolish enough to peek out From under the covers to see what's about. Two things can save you from this cursed plight: A dreamless night's slumber, the bright morning light. Once we're adults the night-frights seem such folly Until we are stricken with dark melancholy. The dark dread of night follows into day-- The brightness of morning won't chase it away. Darkness clouds everything, staining it gray. No hope, love or charity. Only dismay. Down through the depths of dispare we descend. Through pain, rips and crushes we still must pretend, That life is just wonderful...no need to cry (while the vampire of darkness is sucking us dry) Spiritual cancer consumes us, the prey. The crumbs of our souls not devoured will decay All that remains is the sheer agony. From this torture and pain we eventually flee. Our demons aren't bound by the light as a child's So we seek endless sleep--our methods self styled. There's guns and narcotics and leaps off of cliffs. (Some painful, some painless--all hopefully quick!) |
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| The Evening Darkness |