In the depths of my soul, a shadow
resides a darkness that remains, where light cannot abide it whispers my name, with a haunting refrain a constant reminder, of the pain that remains.

It seeps through the cracks, like a chilling cold a presence that lingers, where love once grew old it hides in the night, with a
patient, evil grin waiting to consume, the light that shines within.

In this endless twilight, I search for a spark a glimmer of hope, to guide me through
the dark but the darkness remains, a constant, nagging guest a reminder of the wounds, that refuse to find rest.

Yet still I hold on, to the light that I've known
A beacon of hope, in the darkness that remains my own.