When everything is dark, what do you see?
I see the darkness, but it isn’t black.
It’s glowing from the countless evils, secrets, and fantasies we all have.
The darkness isn’t empty.
It is full of all our darkest fears, our pain and anger.
It is full of everything we don’t want, or won’t ever want.
The darkness isn’t silent.
It’s filled with the screams of damned souls,
With the whisper of wandering ghosts,
With the prayers of frightened fools.
What is the darkness?
It is everything contained in nothing.
It is our nightmares, our dreams. It is us.
It is dark, but it isn’t black.