The Black

Close your eyes, tell me what do you see?
Every night I consume your reality
Empty space, home to all of my kind
Voided place, enemy of the light
When the sun dives head first in the sea
Children run at the first sight of me
Only the blind knows my face so clear
Soon your mind turns your joy into fear
Late last night out in the garden
Rays of light flee from the scene
Blackness falls upon the orchids
Darkness crawls unto the Earth

Bask in the shadow of truth to remove you of hate
Sit there and ponder the contours of who casts the shape

In your head I am the creeper
Hold your breath, don't make a sound
If you plea to feel the moonlight
You won't need to fear the black

Bask in the shadow of truth to remove you of hate
Sit there and ponder the contours of who casts the shape