Step into my tortured mind,
greet the shadows that you find,
help me find my way again,
stay with me and keep me sane.

Slip into my fractured heart,
gather up each broken part,
help me to be whole once more,
drag me back towards your shore.

Sneak into my damaged soul,
free it from this dark control,
help me see beyond the past,
teach me how to love at last.

We only have two choices,
to move or to stand still,
no way we can go backwards,
just live life to its fill.

We only have two options,
to fight or to abstain,
no time to flee or hide away,
just try and try again.

We only have two moments,
right now and our next move,
no hope to stop the ticking clock,
just find your own life’s groove.

We only have two pathways,
play safe or take a chance,
no magic that can change the past,
just rise and take a stance.

We only have two outcomes,
to fly or just to fall,
no secret that will tilt the scale,
just answer your heart’s call.

Our scars are constellations,
a chart of stormy seas,
through troubled situations,
that shape our destinies.

Our scars are painted canvas,
a masterpiece of life,
for all that we hold precious.
drawn from our pain and strife.

Our scars are journal pages,
a journey of the soul,
preserved for all the ages,
as we learn to take control.

Words are very powerful,
This cannot be denied,
Once spoken they are tangible,
And can never be decried.

Words are like the stars above,
Uncountable and vast,
Once given out in hate or love,
Their light is ever cast.

Words are born from fantasy,
They come from deep inside,
Once written they are history,
And never more can hide.

Words are far from innocent,
Though we may claim they are,
Once shared they may be reticent,
But still can leave a scar.

Words are more than poetry,
Well crafted they might be,
Once heard they gain autonomy,
And stand for all to see.

Words are all our destiny,
When all of this is through,
Once carved into posterity,
To live on after you.

I stare into his hungry eyes,
Once so well known to me,
This stranger standing in his place,
A shade of what could be.

I trace the lines upon his face,
Once naked to the eye,
This wanderer of world’s unknown,
With no tears left to cry.

I touch the cold ice of his cheek,
Once warm and flushed with joy,
This silent hunter of the night,
Turned monster from a boy.

I watch him lick his blood-tinged fangs,
Once shaped to form a smile,
This creature from the dark abyss,
Grown stronger all the while.

I close my eyes to sense his mind,
Once so in tune with mine,
This demon of another time,
That loves to cross the line.

I walk away from his embrace,
Once all I’d hoped to feel,
This symbol of a secret life,
Too dark to be made real.

I close the door and turn the key,
Once kept far out of reach,
This chance to be a better man,
Now all that I beseech.

As I wake to another long day without you,
I prepare for the journey and tasks yet to do,
But deep in my mind lies a thought I can’t tame,
A tremor of doubt on the love that we claim.

———-
Does the darkness in you sense the darkness in me?
Will our shackled souls ever escape and be free?
Do you dream of a life where it’s just you and me?
Does the darkness in you crave the darkness in me?
———-

But I go on my way as I try to forget,
The chaos around helps my mind not to fret,
Yet when I’m alone and the day once more through,
My heart will again return focus to you.

As I lay here awake in my deep reverie,
In the shadow of thoughts from our long history,
So the questions remain in the pit of my soul,
And the solace of night does not help or console.

———-
Does the darkness in you fear the darkness in me?
Will you be here forever to save me from me?
Do you ever imagine what we’ll grow to be?
Does the darkness in you trust the darkness in me?
———-

Yet the dawn skies return with no answers in sight,
No glimmer of hope in that dim morning light,
So I gather my thoughts and again walk away,
Locked deep in my heart for the rest of the day.

As I work to ignore all that cannot be said,
The hope that alone I can fix this instead,
But I know that in time as the night closes in,
The doubt will return and take root deep within.

———-
Does the darkness in you need the darkness in me?
Will we walk hand in hand or just let our hearts flee?
Do you think there’s a chance we were not meant to be?
Does the darkness in you love the darkness in me?
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