The Dark - Opposite the Light

The dark comes often. The dark comes free. It leaves behind an early morning frost. I’m a rogue scholar and a rank philosopher, A rounder playing drunken gypsy songs. Got a tidy pension and a place to live. I keep a sexy violinist on the side. The dark comes heavy. The dark comes cold. It chills the empty chambers of my heart. I take the down slope on the backside. I’ve always been attracted to the low life. Might’ve gone to college, might’ve been to school, But there’s no glass ceiling on the floor. The dark comes early. The dark comes deep. It drains the very color from the world. I live alone, but I’m in bed with a cruel mistress. Spiky and hard, she stabs the fabric of my nightmares Till I scream in ecstasy from the thrill, Then thank myself for being so evolved. The dark comes easy. The dark comes fast. It drops the final curtain on the day . The dark’s in you. The dark’s in me. We share the same perversion of the soul.