The Darkness is Red
the darkness is red
pressed against my eyelids
blood pumping through me
despite my broken heart
the darkness tastes of salt
as tears slide down my cheeks
unseen
the darkness is a womb
where heartaches are borne alone
a thick blanket of loneliness
that offers no warmth
the darkness is silent
it speaks no words of comfort
and listens not at all
to the words pleading lips let fall
the darkness is my lover
night after night
when no other arms
will hold me
DJ McGonigal, June 2003