DARK SPORT.

I am the darkest hour before Dawn
When the cold bites your smooth skin

I am the thoughts that keep you up
Every night, a company of your losses

I am the smallest mistake
But every space in your life I take

I am the ghosts that visit you
Scaring your young innocent heart

I am the silence in the street corner
Waiting for someone to freak out

I am a bottle of wine gone bad
I will leave an aftertaste if you drink

I am the conflict between two lovers
I keep getting between their love

I am the dark spot you want to erase
And until you do, you won’t glow