[warning: deep topics]

They say escapism is detrimental,

And I’m in no position to disagree,

But there’s something in the darkness

That simply calls to me.

A world without the brightness;

A world without the noise;

A moment of peace where my

Eyelids shut the world out

Would be quite good for me.

But as the darkness lingers

And as my sight adjusts,

This dreamy, drunken state

Slowly starts to rust.

My feet are getting lost

And my soul is spinning;

The darkness isn’t so comforting

Once you start to stumble.

The darkness is a prison and

I beg my eyelids to open,

But there is no brightness,

No noise,

That anyone can see.

The show has overrun

Let me escape this place.

The darkness has exceeded its stay

It’s time for me

To go.