The darkness is beautiful to Me.
It is the place I go to flea.
To hide from the world of reality.
Comfortable, and dark so nobody can see.
Cold it is, but alone feels so good.
By myself only, I am understood.
Nobody to hurt Me, but Nobody to care.
Alone I am, Unafraid, and Unaware,
Of all the dangers that lie on the other side.
I have no worries, so long as I hide.
Truth be told, I can not leave, For this darkness
I have created is consuming Me.
For now it has become part of Me.
Beautiful it may be, but better left unseen.