by theoncomingstorm
when I am seriously troubled I will get up and go outside, swim in summer or sit in the yard, or just walk avioiding the steetlights. Can be very comforting
Very moving and heartfelt description of a lover of solitude and darkness.
This here sums up your whole poem perfectly
Bathe me in black
Give me some alone time to bless
Surround me with nothingness
Oh my delicious darkness