Sometimes I forget to breath A nagging voice, gnawing at my sleeve My demons, at the gates they seethe Begging for me to set them free Darkness beckons me, with its ecstasy Clawing from the inside, but Outside I crack and wither Like these scars are all that’s left of me
Picture perfect portrait of paranoia Sunken eyes My inner voice has distorted Causing me to toss and turn, and become contorted Foreign is my reflection The Dark Man has trapped me With his apathy I let him in Depression wins
A journey into the dark. The core of my abilities is in my courage to converse with the darkness. An eternal struggle