The skies above me turn the lights out,
dressing my manic life in its all too familiar black suit.
I am just a Winter girl, afraid to assemble happiness
through all the rain and a little fake sun.
I forever try to escape fate's puzzle,
but I only end up trapped between emptiness and grief.
Blackness becomes a whisper of comfort,
a blanket of security singing my cold melody
to keep my iced heart frozen.
My sleepy body seems to crave a hunger
for the valley of true darkness,
which I forever fail to escape from,
and always fall asleep within.
A dark friend,
far from the sun,
embracing me
with an endless winter
and an eternity
of blackness.
