This night, this darkness,
This peace, that's far less,
Bothering than the light that blinds me.
Till the gloom comes quietly and finds me.

This calm that penetrates deep into my soul,
In which everytime I try to fill the hole.
That the gleam ruthlessly leaves inside me,
So I'm forced to shout and beg to hide me.

Eyes wide open, motionless as I lay here.
Blackness that stares right back, like I see myself in a mirror.
People come and go because they have seen me,
But the people who stay have definitely been me.

-  _the_someone