It is the darkest pain
That fills the soul of the poet
Freely it paints a canvas
The torturous agony that bestows it

The night so dark and cold
The scars of yesterdays blackened tears
Screams echo so loud within
Yet outside such strength has appeared

So tired is the oppressed mind
That must live within its self proclaimed hell
Listening for a sign to light the way
Wanting to never look back from its tormented spell

What is it that will make them flee
To escape from all they've ever known
To bask within the numbness and tranquility
To release the misery and atone

To be lost among the thousands
To never look back on affliction again
As nothing is as it ever seems
Life always so hard to defend

In the end their words remembered
A voice desperately needing to be heard
For a lifetime of darkness they could not escape
The canvas of emotions, their final word