I'm drowning quietly into the darkness, people tell me that the darkness is cold, it's not. To me it's warm and inviting, I don't try to fight the darkness, I let it consume me, downing deeper and deeper into it. Farther, and Farther away from you, from you and all my problems. The darkness holds the people I love most in my life, and keeps them there for when I'm about to be consumed. I need a light, people tell me, someone to make be happy and pull me put of the darkness. I've had a light before, I'd tell them. Isn't it warm? They'd ask, They light always seems warm at first I said, until it goes out, then it becomes cold again. So I cannot find a light? They'd assume. No I say, It's not that can't find one, it's just that I don't need one. The darkness is warm, the light is always cold. I think I'll stay where I feel safe and warm.