Do you seek in me a respite, from those demons in your mind?
Do you witness mine own darkness
And pray to blend those shades in kind?
Am I the fool who's wandered
Down a path that leads to naught
A rabbit in the underbrush
Wandering till it is caught
Be fool who sees the white glint
And dreams of a fur coat
Lest you find a blinding silver
To be pressed against thy throat
For when the darkness calls out
It doesn't seek the light
It cares little for the distance stars
But craves the depths of night
I too have woken hungry
For a feast I cannot find
But I've made a home of midnight
And I do not hunger blind
So I may join you in your searching
For a place to lay your head
And may we one day find it
Or find such comforts when we're dead
About the Creator
Obsidian Words
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