It’s a way of life,

the darkness always comes,

it is sent from heaven straight above.

don’t be scared,

don’t fret,

it’s not real,

unless you think about it.

Overpowering you,

thinking about it more and more,

you start to feel it hover over you like a plane,

consuming your state of mind until you fall to the floor,

begging the dark angel not to kiss you to sleep,

never waking up again you raise to your feet.

Is it just space, or on top of a cloud,

are you going to meet God,

or go straight down?

Your friends and family miss you,

you have nothing to do,

you don’t even notice they start to forget about you.

Don’t be scared,

don’t fret,

the darkness doesn’t consume you,

unless you think about it.

By: Olivia