Yea I've tasted true darkness.
I never let myself run out.
I could never let that happen.
I don't know what I'd do,
If I ran out.
You'd find me
Huddled in the corner of a room
Feeling the last of it leave my system,
Shaking, sweating, lips turning blue,
Hallucinating, screaming like a dying
Animal,
Or one being born,
That first dreadful human sound
A reaction to being thrown into existence
Ye know, like Heidegger spoke about
In his book,
But that's all hypothetical
Because,
I never let myself run out.