The darkness will clutch you tightly,
Not let you shrink or inch away,
Only permit a hypnotic sway,
Do you want to test the waters,
Or move into the fold ever so slightly,
Gauge your fears and cross the threshold,
Wait for the season to stall,
And the sun to turn into a pale blue ball.
Do it now, tomorrow may show you a false light and push your misery gently into the dank recesses of your thought.