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I
Bathe
In
Light
To
See
The
Obstacles
That
Will
Try
To
Thwart
Me


•
I'm
Covered
In
Darkness
To
Adjust
To
The
Mystery
T­hat
Is
Blinding.

Tell me when the light burns.

When you do, it's my turn.

I won't coat my pain in your sugar.

Just because you see reality's triggered.

I'm going to light this path of pain.

Reveal the demon that looks just the same.

Not all evil lurks only in the dark.

Did you not know that the light, too, can hurt?

Words aren't only valued when they sound sweet.

So when I tell you the hard truth, it's said for you to keep.

It's out to relate, something that's shied from.

A risk for the worst, but the worst has already come.

A little tyke once had a dream
To find true love within this stream
Though not he knew what this could mean
He moved with eyes of hope they beamed.

The tyke had learned his love was queer
To this world, his love was their fear
He moved on so, no time to cry
He knew his dream still touched the sky.

The boy has lived a journey or two
He's not yet done, his dreams still new
He hopes he'll meet a dreamer too
Who will keep him till their souls are due

The man still kind of has his plan
He's not met mutual men in the end
His dream is aging, it's near its last life
He's falling so fast, blending with the cold black night

The hermit doesn't have a dream
His only desire is to die peacefully
As the lost got their wants now they're left with no heart
The hermit's heart's hollow, he's left it in the dark.

Now a soul left to leave without serenity
Who'd have known that one wish would die out of plenty
Left alone in the dark of this phase of new death
Hopefully, this will mean that he can finally rest...

I've come to terms with a pattern stuck on replay
Relaying information structured for a display
Assembling dancing motions to change up the picture
Meeting my choreography like I'm a dance teacher
A picture that adapts is a scene that's called a horror
Alive and presently mocking me as it survives on torture
A loop in the system, guess this is my story
A shortage in my lifespan from the endless worrying.

There's a rage so potent within me that just fades and goes somewhere else.
I wonder what happens to it.
I can be in the most bitter state, yet I never hold a grudge...
I just forget.
I mean, I remember, but the tension reforms into fear.
Sometimes I'll stop in my tracks, and I'll smile as wide as I can, and my eyes would shift from stoic to...
a glare.

I've had thoughts of wrath, malice, and pure chaos...an act against my character.

I wonder what demon this is attempting to change my sanity.
What's attempting to paint me into something scary?
As I've gotten older, my memory has become younger.
It's gotten harder to remember things, yet I remember things from the distant past...
I wonder how that comes to be...

I'm being possessed by something truly scary...
But no one can see me.
And when they see me...
They avoid me.
There's nothing wrong with me.
I've held on to friends...
But one thing that is true, they all end up leaving.
It's not because of me.
I don't know what this is...
But I can see patterns...
And that's how this demon wins.