The darkness adores you –
it won't let you go.
So you follow your shadow
to a world down below,
where you won't need your eyes –
you can leave them behind.
For there's no light at all
here – everyone's blind.
Your feet know the way –
they have been here before,
many times when you've slipped
through a crack in the floor.
It's quiet and peaceful
down here in the gloom.
I'll come sit beside you.
There's plenty of room.
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