How are you scared of the dark? I can't be.

I’ve tried to escape the living madness,

Searching for an exit, an escape hole,

But come up empty handed, same status. 

To escape, is something I do want, but 

I've grown acquainted with the dark, funny.  

Staying put in this draining scene, for what? 

Lost in discourse, broken symphony

To be complete is something I can’t achieve. 

My legs go where they go, eyes are blinded

In this labyrinth, I can only wander aimlessly.

To be free leaves me so empty minded 

And yet, i still treat this as my retreat 

Past the light, the darkness cannot compete.