Darkness is salvation, sweeping through within Watching my own cremation inside this world of sin Deliverance is close at hand Seeing myself fall apart I stand amidst the flames Like a dagger through my heart I feel all the pain A sea of red treacle drifts peacefully by
With the blood my pain seeps through, almost like a sieve Now feelings do not flow in me, I no longer live The curse has now been lifted Every drop has now been spilt, no more is left inside No anger, hatred, pain or guilt, with me that night it died Nothing left to pull me down
Yet, I felt faithless, lost inside as darkness swept through me I laid there alone and died, I was no longer free Steadily, the shadows engulf me Here in the darkness I now rest, too shallow to be saved For all eternity suppressed, confined within my grave Soon, I will consume all that is left
No room to move in this small box, no feeling in my limbs Held inside with chains and locks, beneath these waves of sin Life and death have the same origin I solemnly accept the truth and stare at these four walls There is no more that I can do held prisoner in Deathβs jaws Without death there can be no life
Thinking that giving in to the darkness and depression is the best way forward, being disinclined to fight any more. Realising too late that in giving in and allowing the darkness to take over it only introduces you to different types of pain. Acknowledging that without the darkness there can be no light; a lesson learned a little late.