In the dark 

 

our eyes adjust 

the light’s gone out 

the spark’s just a part 

of our imagination 

 

with this black 

we stand out 

what was taken as fact 

has become a doubt 

 

and we hold ourselves 

as if we were someone else 

as if we could tell 

what the point of this was 

 

we practice an end 

again and again 

doesn’t lessen the shock 

we hope it’s just 

 

the start 

of 

something 

else