I sit on this swing and wait,
for my black monster to come around.
I want to be alone,
please don't allow me to be found.
The darkness slowly creeps up,
and I'm filled with this dreadful desire.
"Consume me," I whisper,
and inside my soul forms a black fire.
It gets darker,
darker,
darker.
And I can't help but feel relieved.
Soon I'll be lost in the shadows,
there will be no such thing as me.
I slowly lose myself to my monster,
but suddenly hear a call.
Someone has found me,
my desire won't be filled after all.
