What is the blackness other than nothing?
Could it be something tangible?
Something you can embrace?
What if it is the one embracing?
Every night, as you lie
And cower under the covers
From the only thing left to embrace you
What if you keep cowering away from it?
What if it stops trying to embrace you?
Maybe it’ll just give up
But maybe you’re the one giving up
Maybe I’m the one giving up!
It’s hard to tell
Whether it wants to hold you close
Or smother your last choked breaths
Maybe it is both
Maybe it has only ever been both
That’s not so bad after all
If only
For something to hold me close
I think you could be happy
Maybe
I could be.