Sometimes we need to hold ourselves
lest the world pulls us apart
grasping hands that only know
consuming hunger for a soul

find the center of the storm
Where the demons may well lurk
they're made plain in this place
without the noise to hide behind

once confronted deep inside
they have no place to run and hide
except to ask to be a part
of the thing they undermined

sanity's found in the calm
where darkness is made a friend
conquered in the holy quest
to live a life free from pain.

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