Some days when I turn out the light

the tears start flowing freely.

Some days when I turn out the light

I get real crazy-feely.

The darkness is a sanctuary

and it is a tomb.

The darkness is a place of rest,

the darkness is a womb.

When we open up our eyes

inside the scary shadow places

we find ourselves releasing all

the things that choke like laces.

The darkness is a tool

and every tool can be misused.

But we all cast a shadow and

the darknesses are fused.

Under that massive rock we hide

when we can't face the world.

We close our eyes and face a rest

where shadows twist and curl.

Even the best me that I've got

cannot withstand the midnight.

Chaotic snares that twine and scream

remove from me my fight.