It’s everywhere, here and there
It’s like water it takes up space, it’s everywhere
You can see through it well, yet you can’t see
Its only issue, it just won’t let you be
It’s dark, it’s silent, it’s hidden under your bed
It’s the man in the coffin, dead.
It’s the hatred passed from one man to another
It’s the point of view from one to the other
It’s the evil you can see in someones eyes
It’s the space that was left in the fridge
Like the special home made apple pies.
It’s what turned a mountain to a ridge
It’s the pain and the pleasure, as the world dies
It’s the enemy of light
It’s the fear of losing your next fight
Now I am wondering if its human kind
We are looking for our next find.
It’s the clothes some people wear
Showing their lack of care
I got to say they aren’t real perky
As perky as pond water can be murky
You know what reminds me of the dark?
That old fight mark.
It’s darkness, and it’s everywhere.