I can see the sun,
Rising over the rooftops of my town,
But the darkness lingers in the forest behind me.
It drips from broken branches,
Only in ways that only darkness could.
The peace has long fled my being,
I can feel the talons of darkness,
They grip my heart.
The sun warms the waking world,
But my breath comes out in puffs of white smoke,
For its rays reach everyone,
Except me who needs it the most.