Yet another work of my insane mind. This is what happens when you get put in study hall first period. Blarg.
Into the woods, into the dark. Always afraid, always alone. The shadows creep up behind me, taking me into their horrid shades. Why, why, why? My whole live has been filled with shades of black. Where is the light?
Come little one, come dance with me. Into the shadows, into the dark. Light has never held hope for me. It need not for you, either. Let's frolic together under the cover of night. You can look at the stars if you need the brightness, but you really don't have to. Stay in the darkness and be with me.