The dark

being one with it in one's own world, beautiful it seems. finds the dark more bright, thinking "what's wrong with the sight?" imaginary friends, at the back of the mind; happy with one's own kind. neither wanna get out nor wanna wake up. peaceful it looks, happiness it gives. house, home, escape call what the one's want always works like a magic wand. whispering in the ear, tickling in the nape, the only place that feels safe. "come to me, lean on me be free from this world and flee."