Simply slipped away into the dark.
And the dark is a good place in my mind
I wonder if I scour what'd be my find?
A story I did not write? for the fear of the world
A truth I never told? For the fear of what'd hurl.
A friend I lost? Perhaps for good.
A promise? That never stood.
A curse? I wish I'd casted.
A secret? I kept to keep us lasted.
Ah, you may also find,
Hate and anger I could never define.
Some odd faces that made me sad
Don’t remind me. They make me mad.
In the dark some good exists
Perhaps it guards the worst.
It’s all not forgotten and all not lost
Food, faces, and feeling that I decided to frost.
I remember you and all the bad,