Death and the Lost
The darkness envelopes me,
Wrapping its arms around me.
It hushes my cries,
And wipes the tears from my eyes.
"Shh... I am right here,"
It whispers, quiet, in my ear.
"So long as I am here, you will never be lonely,"
It continues slowly.
"I will always be with you;
There is no need to be blue."
The darkness comforts me,
And it welcomes me.
It feels almost like home, and
I feel warmth spread through my bones.
"You are lost," it says.
"I can set you free, but it comes at a cost."
It strokes my hair, but then
Something changes in the air.
Its grip tightens around me,
And slowly suffocates me.
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