DARK IS BETTER THAN ALONE

By Joshua Parish

Thorns that grow from blackest rose

Prick you, bleed you like a hose,

Drain you of your heart and soul,

Make you a blank, vacant hole.

Please, please fill me

With the ebony!

Dark is better than alone.

Even when you can’t atone,

Dark is better than alone.

Light should be a home,

But sometimes leaves to roam,

Thus black is my abode

No unbearable load.

But ebony frightens,

Not love or enlightens;

It matters not a bone.

Dark is better than alone.

Dark is better than alone!