Lead me to the darkness where
I will find my nightmare
So I can face it myself
In a battle of the wits
I will throw at it my sticks
The same ones that were thrown at me before.
I will sharpen them on stone,
Made of crystal and of bone,
The same one that has hurt me before.
But
We all know those don’t hurt as much,
As the words too sharp to touch,
That our enemies bestowed upon us.
So, I will think of every hurtful word
Every memory, every holler
Snicker, whisper ever heard.
I will cast it towards the darkness
Hoping it will hit as hard as it once did.
But with my mind and vision blurred
With hatred I once deterred
I will not realize what I have done.
At once, the light inside my soul
The one that shone throughout my struggles
The one that emanated through my bones
At once, it will dim and hardly glow
A cloud of chaos will surround
My body as I try to hear my own sounds
The ones I hurled at the night
At the enemy I thought I was supposed to fight
I will walk throughout the night,
Hoping someone will hear my plight,
I will walk and walk
Until I feel the pain
Of thousands of stones
Of millions of words
Of many sticks thrown at my bones
Until I realize at last,
The nightmare of my past,
The one that haunted my dreams,
That nightmare I was fighting,
I am now that nightmare,
The nightmare is me.