I’ve always liked the dark

That time where things slow

When the screaming finally quiets

And I’m left with my thoughts in the silence

But on the rare occasion

I wish to engage in relations

Soft voices whisper in the dark

Their kind words speaking to my heart

I see them standing there

Skin pale as a ghost

They have such perfect hair

They’re much prettier than most

They have no nose nor mouth

Their features always blurred

Yet I find myself drawn to them

Finding comfort in their word

People say I’m crazy

They say there’s nothing there

I however know the truth

It’s them who are not aware

They whisper precious words to me

Secrets from the dark

They say one day I’ll join them

Even death can’t tear us apart

I see my peers whisper

My friends leave one by one

My parents are looking worried

But I don’t need anyone

I have my friends here in the dark

I don’t need the light

The light always goes away

But my friends have always stayed

The days drag by so painfully slow

I feel this creature in me begin to grow

It’s tentacles twist around my heart

And whispers things so painful and dark

Everyday I’m fighting

Gasping desperately for air

But yet I get this feeling

Like I’m supposed to be somewhere

I see my friends again

Their faces clear and sharp

I know it’s finally time to join them

As my limbs grow cold and numb

And I watch the dying sun

I feel as though I’m weightless

Like I no longer have to run

As I float I hear

The soothing sound of a harp

And as my head begins to clear

Of all the pain and fear

I’m once again reminded why

I’ve always liked the dark