Perspective

When I close my eyes I see the darkness.
Sometimes I open them and see the same.
People tell me that there is glory in life. Light.
But do they see the pain? Do they know the darkness?
It filters your sight. Red, blue, purple, black.
The red rises in rage, steals sense, steals reason.
The blue falls in sadness, thick, it blinds you to love.
The purple rises from beneath the skin and burns.
Black is the darkness of the three together.
Some say the light reveals the darkness.
But for every highlight there's a shadow.
I see the light and the darkness drinks it.
Maybe it’s a matter of perspective.