Saying that I'm here
is a lie of sorts.
What I can't explain,
is to reside
deep in the heart
and for forever more.
It will lay covered.
By Light? No.
But by Darkness
sitting near
waiting...just waiting,
for the moment
the heart gives in
to be swallowed whole
by the Darkness in Light.
It's sad.
It's mad.
It's the emotionlessness
that's hard to explain.
And that,
Is what lays open...
In the Dark.
