It’s quiet down here.
Rumors of the world echo softly through the black space
Reach me as a whisper only to dissolve
Into the dark of my mind.
I move through space as a ghost
Leaving this happy hologram of me
On the bright outside for you to see.
I am in the dark
Hiding from the world, from you, from me.
And this black virus absorbs me
Wanting to turn away from it all
Wanting not only to be in it
But to be it
To be darkness.
Don’t let me touch you
I will consume you too.