Dark

I feel the atmosphere,

Blanketing my soul;

It is thick and heavy.

 

Though the sun may shine,

With not a cloud in sight,

All appears to be black.

 

As I whisper your name,

I know I am alone;

You have already gone.

 

But being alone isn't so bad;

It reminds me of what I am:

I'll say it in four words...

 

I am the Dark.

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