if darkness could speak
everyone would be free.
if darkness wouldn't be so sloppy,
everyone would be happy.
instead it plays on the loop,
showing the dark side of the moon.
if darkness could show the truth,
everyone would be stuck in youth.
if darkness was only a cloud,
nobody would shut their mouth.
instead it's a dirty bench in a park,
a hidden poor part of a town.
it's a trash bin full of empty bottles,
which produce smell that everyone bothers.
it's an old black house with mould
that with some patience and care could be gold.
if darkness was a picture,
it would be clear dark nature.
it would show black shadows
with all these lies everyone swallows.
it would be a dark leaf on the ground,
for which nobody moves an eye.
if darkness was a person,
it would be black, red and crimson.
even if the sun is shining bright,
the storm hides it with heavy rain and lights.
if darkness was water or metal,
it would be covered with rust.
and all the ashes it leaves behind
would be the amount of planet mars.
