The Darkness

No one knows it’s there

But everyone knows it exists.

It creeps, crawls, and slides

And is as silent as the wind.

The collection of all colors

It holds a place in all our hearts.

It has no origin, knows no end

And has no intention to stop.

It searches for a host

And then completely takes over.

No way to control, no way to prevent

A malicious and deadly killer.

No one knows it’s there

But everyone knows it exists.