the skeletons in my closet
close the door on me every
time I enter my bedroom.
even they have a hard time
listening.
the clouds part ways
as soon as I step outside
of my house.
they know I sit in darkness
far too often in my head.
how sad is it that even the
skeletons and clouds don't want
to be near me?
is the darkness really that
obvious?
is that why you shut the door
on me too?
at least I'll always have the
midnight sky that haunts
my mind.
even if everything around me
disintegrates and disappears
into the black abyss.
