The dark is a blessing. It hides you, it envelops you and whispers that it will be okay.
In darkness, none can see you. It comforts and calms.
The dark doesn't judge you.
Night sends warm tendrils that slip into your heart and calm the mind.
Sight lost is sight gained. Only one thing can find you inside of the darkness.
The wind rips at you, sees without eyes while you hide among shadows.
It seeks your heart and mind and tears without hands, leaving you nothing but ribbons.
The wind sets you free of all of the chains that the darkness left behind.
In darkness, none can see you. It comforts and calms.
The dark doesn't judge you.
Night sends warm tendrils that slip into your heart and calm the mind.
Sight lost is sight gained. Only one thing can find you inside of the darkness.
The wind rips at you, sees without eyes while you hide among shadows.
It seeks your heart and mind and tears without hands, leaving you nothing but ribbons.
The wind sets you free of all of the chains that the darkness left behind.
