Everything Is A Form Of Art

Hidden in the dark

I'm hiding in the darkness.

Come find me, I bet you won't.

I'm where the spiders crawl...

The dust and crumbs upon the walls.

In the shadows, there are creeks.

And mice below our feet.

The rats come out to play.

Until, it turns dawn, into the next day.

The light makes it hard to breathe.

Oxygen won't come into my reach.

My fight will not stay;

My ending is near....

Please, just find me soon.

Before I come to my doom.

But, oh dear, you are too late.

For, I was suffocating...

And ended it all before the wake.

~ B.M.D ~