Darkness

The cold of the darkness is haunting.
The reaching,
claw-like fingers
that reach out
and play piano scales
up and down my spine...
the soft moans of the night
as it creeps in to devour.
No light shines in this darkness.
In this blackness
I am alone.
I walk,
alone,
down this moonless street.
that leads me endlessly
through dreams.
I am alone.
Scared.
and empty.
This night is empty
the darkness is cold.
It claws into my soul
and settles upon my shattered heart.
Darkness blossoms
inside me.
For I am alone.
And without you
I am nothing.
The darkness grows inside me
as I stand
wreathed in shadows...
without you.