DARKNESS NEVER COMES

(PASSING and crossdressing)


BY AMBER NICOLE RICHARDS


Comfort finds me easily this night, but the darkness never comes.

Electric images dance on the walls and the television softly hums.


A sidelong glance finds Mel Gibson setting Scotland free.

It's not the reason I lie awake, or maybe, it could be.


A simple press of a button sends the images away,

And I'm left alone with my thoughts and reruns from my day.


I think of what I should have done and what I could have said,

And why a normal guy like me wears lingerie to bed.


I tell myself I like the feel, but in my heart I know there's more.

The clothes are just a part of it, that much I know for sure.


I wear them and I feel alive, it lightens up my heart.

In my soul I know I'm feminine, I just want to look the part.


A tear drop wells up in my eye for the girl I cannot be,

I shut my eyes to trap it there, and the darkness finally takes me.