Hidden. Spreading. Controlling. Darkness. Poison. |
There is a darkness growing inside me A lingering evil, just waiting to be free Some monster or demon, lurking around my head A corrupting presence just begging to be fed Time and again, I cut the corruption back Time and again, a tiny piece hides in some forgotten crack There it waits, silently, waiting to start Endlessly probing the weaknesses of my vulnerble heart I can feel it growing as I lay awake at night In the darkness, when my mind has no will to fight Spreading, slowly, throughout my mind A new way of torture it attempts to find My mind, tainted, fills with dread Soon, gentle voices fill my head Succumb, they say, to your fleshly desires I try to block them out, but they feel like fire I cut it, I beat it, I watch it burn but somehow, the darkness continues to return The poison spreads, into my very bones The voices in my head take on more persuasive tones In the end, I succumb and do as they say In the end, I have lost, never having my own way The voices eventually lead me too a knife My mind, sensing danger, springs back to life Pain, darkness, the world starts to twist Too late, as blood pours from my wrist Watching my life flow away, I silently wait Until, suddenly, the blood stops as if by a gate What reason have I to deserve this chance? My mind clears, the fog raised, I wake from my trance With horror I realize what I had just done It was then I realized what I had become With new determination I cut it back Hunted the darkness down through every crack Hunt as I might, I can still feel it lurk Down in the depths of my heart, covered in murk Impossible to find, impossible to kill It waits, patiently, to steal my will Someday I hope to be free of this sin But what if this feeling comes from within? What if this presence isn't some being? What if all my actions are my own hidden feeling? What if the reason for its return and its stealth, what if the reason is because it is myself? |