The Darkness Is Comforting

Childish games are played
In the mansion she stays in
As she winds up her cleaning and black magic,
Her hands fingering layers of dust that settle
Amongst the books that she bought when she wanted to escape
Into the cloak of night,
Away from the subtle tranquility of the daytime
Away from the fake happiness and hope that she once longed for.
She embraces the darkness with open arms,
Cherishing the honesty of it all.
For at least the darkness
Can unveil the broken truth.

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