Eternal darkness has danced
around me as long as I remember.
Meant for me and me alone, it’s a source
of warmth though harsh Decembers.
Your embrace – as tight as your grip
may pull me back to solid ground –
is not strong enough to fight, to resist
that fatal darkness. My soul is bound.
This darkness is not made for you;
your light burns too brightly to fade
in the face of my hurt and my pain.
Darling, only for you am I afraid.