As I start to put my past in the past
and decide that this darkness can't last
it starts to attack
the confidence that I lack
and climbs back
out of the pit of despair
from the stomach of Tartarus
I desperately fight back
but the darkness wants out.
I cling for righteousness
but without a doubt
it overwhelms me ready to spew out
like the mouth of an active volcano,
it wants control
almost winning every time
I realize I can't fight it alone.
I need the light that I desire and I demand it.
The light won't come, it doesn't want to help.
Soon I realize I'm all alone.