How we can be born from love
And filled with such hate
I shall never know

I have learned
Over the years
Is that demons are real
Just not where you think they are

I've found some
Oh yes
I truly have
They're more terrible than your wildest dreams

Where did I find them?
Why the answer is simple
I found them inside of me
For the demons we fear
Are inside us
And they come out to play
When we're afriad

Now, as I look upon this empty room
I am alone, but not quite lonely.
Voices carry on, with no face.
Footsteps with no person.
What I have realized is.
There is no one left.
Everyone's gone.
I'm alone.
Again.
But.
They're here.
The room, full.
Joyous laughs ring.
Yet, I'll still wait here.
It's not terribly strange.
Although not alone, lonely.
Nobody here to help me through.
What a strange feeling lonlieness is.
I  may become completely secluded.
Wondering what may become of me.
Fighting for even a fresh breath.
It's what I always wanted.
Once again, here I am.
All alone at last.
I am happy.
All alone?
Until.
Wait.
No air.
Tiny space.
You're nearly gone.
What is happening?
Merely the side affects.
Don't worry, you'll be fine.
Unless you give them control.
Them you may ask? Don't be silly.
There are voices inside of your head.
Reminding you how pathetic you are.
Always twisting up your insides.
You can try to ignore them.
Your only companions.
They never leave you.
You believe them.
Comforted.
Someone.
Cares.
Enough.
To even talk.
To you anymore.
That is not how it ends.
Oh, well, maybe it could be.
There will always be loneliness.
Not everyone will fight for their soul.
Then, the lonlieness will attack again.

I am used to
Silence

Don't ever interrupt
Let adults speak first
Never speak of feelings

Really,
Simple silence is easier

It's what I'm used to

Muffle your screams
Keep your tears quiet
Hide your pain

You see,
Tortured silence is best

It's what I'm used to

So my question is
What made me
Break that silence?
To come here,
To pour my heart out
To strangers?

It's true,
Silence is what I'm used to
But now that I'm speaking,
It's so much better

The dark is a wonderful place
It is beautiful and mysterious
All of it's monsters sit there
Lurking just as before

Now though, in the dark
I don't have to see the scary faces
The shadows embrace me
The silence, quite calming

When all else fails and goes away
The darkness always stays

in class
they asked us
if we were
afraid of the dark

no i'm not afraid
of the dark that
fills my room
at two a.m.

i'm not afraid of the dark
that engulfs
underground caves
or the darkness
submerged deep in
the atlantic ocean

but
i'm afraid of the dark
that seeps through
every fissure
and crevice
of my splintered heart;
the blackness that
cascades through
my veins
and the gloom
that fills my lungs
(with no room
for oxygen.)

yes, i'm afraid
of a certain kind
of darkness:
the kind that can't
be illuminated
by a flashlight

Darkness loves me too much
Always has me in a tight hold
It loosens it grip every now and then
But never really lets me go

Because it consumes all color
It's able to create any illusion
Sometimes I believe it's not there
But really, who am I foolin'

Darkness always surrounds me
Always lingers over my shoulder
Simulating fake happiness and warmth
Only making me colder

For now I endure the shadows
Try to put up a good fight
Still stumbling through darkness lost,
A blind man searching for light

When no one else was there to save me,
it was.
It always wraps me in its warmth,
Listens to my every sob,
Pats me in sympathy and comfort.
It's been my lifelong friend.

Most kids are afraid of the dark,
But really there's no need.
Darkness has always been my friend

I foster a monster
Of my own creating;
"Self-defeating" he slithers
As his skin festers into smiling,
Unrelenting and repeating;

So I slit my throat
With the cold knife of self-loathing,
Coating my skin
With a red dress
Of the life I've been wasting.