I know too much about the dark.

It frightens and terrifies with its unpredictability,

Children hide until they reach maturity.

I know the dark appears anywhere, so when it edges away from night

To daytime you see it’s still there.

You observe the patterns of its domination.

I know too much about the dark.

It sucks you in and spits you out into your own graveyard of

Pills, pain and pale pink walls.

And I know even more about the dark.

Its silence that rings through empty hallways.

I never knew how loud it was.

And yet the dark is a protector,

that shields you from the outside world,

Pray you don’t get torn away,

Shatters of you left in the white room.

I know too much about the dark,

And because of that I’m safe, submit.

For I know the secrets, they left a mark,

And I’ve no need to hide from it.