The light is bleeding, slowly seeping beneath the door,
Through a tiny crack, into a sea of darkness.
I watch from my corner and wonder,
What could possibly be standing just beyond that pool of light,
In the darkness, in the shadows.
Bleeding, the light is bleeding...
It comes to pass, hours slip away,
The night is finally dying, the light still bleeding...
The sky outside my window slowly begins to turn a shade of blue,
The black that once blanketed it fading.
The light is bleeding, pouring through my window now.
It covers me,
The bleeding light,
And my darkness comes to pass...