Poem thingies *shrugs*

Darkness.

Soooo, this was interesting to write.

In the dark we hide, and are free to be ourselves. In the shadows we collide, hidden from our hells. In the night we thrive, in darkness our monsters rebel. In the silence of a nightmare, was our final horror felled.

To me the darkness is a saviour, its his silhouette framed in black. To me its a haven from my failure, from all the things I lack. To me darkness is something to savour, like his gentle hands upon my back. Darkness cares not for our behaviour, and within it our binds begin to slack.