I see my dreams,
Bathed here in darkness,
I feel the tears,
Burn as they fall.
I hear the voice,
Telling me to give in.
But I cannot surrender,
I will never give in to the night.
For to give up would be of the greatest folly,
To let myself go would be suicide.
The shards of my heart
Linger here still
As if I can actually piece them together.
For though I cannot,
Words evade my grasp,
So they hover there,
Taunting me.
In my place of solitude,
My sole escape from the real world,
I know that the darkness
Will wipe away my pain,
Bathing me in the pure unlife,
The substances that gave me birth.
And though I seem alone,
The shadows are my friends,
Comforting me in times of trouble,
Washing my tears away.
For though I seem disturbed,
In truth I am content,
For I find that now
My freedom is given,
And I am dying again. |
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