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To the darkness we'll give our bodies
To the darkness we'll give our souls
We will all succumb to it
The only variable is to what extent
and perhaps the willingness
Of the victim or of the volunteer
It's a certain type of darkness
I speak of that never gets old

Not the kind of darkness
That hides under the light
I mean the type of darkness
That you sense beyond your sight

It's a tainted taste but its comforting
It can smell like a lack of oxygen
like nothing and everything at once
It can look like everything you've
feared or loved or all of the above
It can linger in the atmosphere
Or it can invade your every thought
Sometimes the darkness is all you've got

No matter how much we mention it
Darkness may never be understood
And we may never know it deeply
But we may know what it feels like
Princess, princess
welcome to your new home
  new daddy's in the grave
   and new mommy's on her own
Your "sisters" hate your guts
see? being two-faced isn't fun
  you stabbed us in the back
   and we just want you gone
But theres no where for you to go
'cause old daddy's lost his mind
   and old mommy's lost hers too
    well, him + her makes you. . .
That little voice inside my head
Always told me I'm not good enough
And it was only trying to help me
But Believing it was rough

I called the voice a liar
Thought I was just self conscious
Continued to ignore the voice
Because I didn't want it

That little voice inside my head
Says I'm not good enough for you
It only told me that to help me
It only told me the truth
Fear; its your best friend
When for yourself you cannot fend
It sticks by your side- company
It stays with you through thick and thin
Every which way you turn
Beneath your skin, it burns
It comes and goes from the surface
But does not cease to return
.
Guilty by association?

Innocent by intimidation?

What am I doin'...

Insane by this confusion?
Is it I who cares and you who lives?
Should I numb myself and turn away?
Forcing to forget what we could be
But I am mad and you are free
It always seemed darkest before she would shine.
The greatest views have the steepest mountains to climb.
All things are a reach when there is no destination in sight.
Familiar eyes just might, they just might.
Night skies are proof
There's more than meets the eye
The two-way mirror that reflects fear
Can be shattered to reveal
What's been patiently waiting behind
All this time
It's a funny thing
When listening
To what your heart desires
A neutral mind
Forgetting time
Is all that is required
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