…and they call me

Dark as the dirt

Dark as the earth from whence your sustenance comes

From where the fuel of the world flows

Gushing pools of fire brandishing the land and seas

Black as the night

Black as the sky when it’s time for restoration

Rejuvenate the very cells that make up your matter, your future, your whole.

You don’t understand the dark because of your greed for the light

But you’re blind to the light because your heart is so cold

Black is the scab

Black is the seal that protects your wounds

And keeps the light from burning what is yet to weak to heal

The flesh and bone discerning when the veil of time reveals

Only fools scratch it away

Scratch it away

Scratch it away

Scratch it away too soon.