the blackness— too deep for shapes to arise in the dark.
Funny how the swelling gloom consumes your eyes
making you believe you’re blind as you lie in the dark,
beginning as a churning sea with waves that rise
and fall with your chest; it will synchronize in the dark.
It will consume your emptiness, its echoes; agonize.
Adrift in your own obscurity is how one dies in the dark.