Feel The Dark

Feel the dark, black as coal and soft as velvet, beneath your fingertips Dark is upon the night Darkness all about me In my own solemn silence The silence has substance As thick as can be Silence about me As loud as a scream In a nightmarish dream It can terrify me Silence has a feel Of darkness in silk cloaked As a desperate cry being choked Phantasmic, yet real As Quiet surrounds me The silence has substance The absence of presence is deafening to me Those sounds of silence Cry out to those who seek The companionship of shadows. A vast endless vacuum Of blackened day, I am sucked into an existence summoning the cold from the depths Where darkness looms over, It cradles me in comfort, Blankets me with security. Released from the mares that haunt the mind And taken in by them The shielding shadows of the dark, I am embellished with life anew And unleashing the fear the light kept hidden. Away from the solitude reaped By the scars of wounds that bite. In a playground of discontent with creeping shadows In an asylum of euphoria, Under the veil of darkness Do I smile and frolic, Soothed by the kiss of night.