When everything means nothing
and there appears to be no rainbow beside your dark emptiness,
you feel entirely unworthy of a life that becomes surreal without the black,
you leave the keys behind to another life
because what burns within blocks you from trying to chase the sun.
You become accustomed to the black door being your fate-
no unending sun for you.
You feel safer staying in the dark December where cold belongs
and you can bury yourself beneath the snow,
thankful for your black cocoon.
When you bind the pieces of shards
of such an unknown and incomprehensible past,
you realise the truest romance you'll ever have
is with the dark,
forever protected by the black!
