A blanket of darkness covets me;
The night’s so dark I cannot see—
The pain’s so hot it’s almost cold—
So much darkness; I am alone!

The winds are swirling, dancing—
The brush on my skin—romancing!

Desperate darkness—deep abyss—
Misery so great, it’s almost bliss!
Blood so red, it could be black;
Cannot remember; don’t forget the facts!

Don’t forget me alone in the dark;
The almost-bliss has torn my heart!

Chantrea Johari
05 October 2005