People who fight
their battles alone
either lose the battle
or lose themselves.

There are those nights
When I cannot concentrate
Because the walls are running with blood
There are ants crawling out of my eyes
And I can feel my mind drifting away from me
with every shadow I see
Out of the corner of my eye
With every child's whisper
In an empty room
And I wonder if this is it
If this is when I finally lose it

They called him the protector
They called him the savior
They called him the guardian
The watchdog
The knight in shining armour
Bodyguard
Defender
The list goes on and on
And in him they placed their faith
They're wholehearted trust
But one evening
A child disappeared
And they trusted him to take care of it
As they always do
She was an average child he had said
Not particularly pretty
Not particularly plain

But that was just how it liked them.

But then
Each and every night
One by one
The children had gone
The villagers protested
So the protector got to work.
He set up dainty little pitchforks
And dug a moat shallow enough to climb in
And planted brambles and thorns that could not bring blood
No matter how new or old
But little did they know
It was already inside
And they had trapped themselves in.
Every day it attacked
And then children slowly ran out
Except for one

And the protector
The savior
The guardian
The watchdog
The knight in shining armour
Was the first one to run
So it started on others
Whoever is the only one left they said
Whoever is the last survivor
Would be the stealer of children
And the breaker of hearts
Until finally there was just a priest
A blacksmith
A craftsman
And that little girl

Then the craftsman went missing

And the blacksmith disappeared

And then there was just the priest
And the little girl.

And then there was just the little girl.
The only one left
The last survivor
The stealer of children
And the breaker of hearts.

They say there is a god
A rightful god
A forgiving god
A kind god
An all powerful
All encompassing
Being of love

But what about people on the streets
People in despair
People choosing to dangle from ropes around their necks
People living everyday full of regret

I am sure he is powerful
I am sure he is strong
But how can he be rightful
Kind
Forgiving

With all this ****
He still hasn't fixed.

The wood scratching my feet
The rope tickling my neck
And all I am thinking
As I step of the stool
Is what happens next?

Inside my mind
You can find
The deepest darkness
you will ever see.
Because within my mind
You will find
Incredible darkness.
And when you enter my mind
Enveloped you will be
You cannot speak
Breath
Cry
Scream
But when you push through this darkness
Oh this harsh
Horrid darkness
Oh my light will blind you.