The darkness in my soul, never left.
It was always there
It was suppressed when you where here
And filled me up when you left

The darkness in my soul
Plagued what I hold most dear
Infected my heart
Infected my brain
It growed into a tumor, and latched untill it became a part of me.
You see my dear, you where the sun in my sky. The angel of me.
And I? Hehehe.... I was just the demon in you, killing what you wanted to be...

Shattered dreams
and frantic streams
Of all my fear letting out screams.
I can no longer control it,  so it seems.

Constant fears,
Falling tears.
And so the darkness cheers.
I'm done with fighting after all these years.

Painful leech,
Satanic speech.
The voices screech
As the preacher began to preach.

All that's good,
And all that should.
Hiden behind a cross of wood.
To reach it, I never could.

They're pulling me back,
And that's a fact.
Hiding behind this hapiness act.
Pinning me down like paper behind a tac.

I'll never be free,
As you can see.
Drowning, I'll always be.
I'll never know why they ever chose me.

So, say "goodbye,"
And don't you cry,
For when I die,
I can finally fly.

Just keep that smile on your face,
Don't ever let it erase,
Just incase.
For when I'm gone, they'll need someone new to chase.

Bitterness beseeches every
          GROTESQUE
                             Inch    of     me

Thoughts of your light enveloping
my existence in a
         condemnation
of
    sabotaging
                      dreams.

I am the dark queen, and you,
you are my ghost.

Haunting me perilously.

The destruction of my kingdom is welcomed.
        Dismantle
                Decimate
                        Destroy.
Poison me with ANY
                                    Affliction.
I welcome the cardinal sins of my evocations.
Blasphemy of my soul
Awakened and stripped
Of us, leaving me
Welcoming the blackness.

I'm in the dark
losing my sight.
I've tried so hard
to find the light.
but the black that engulfs me
keeps pulling me deeper.
whispering in my ear,
to become someone weaker.

TOO MUCH.
He’s awake now, struggling now, breathing now, living now.
And it’s too much too late, don’t know how much of this I can take.
There’s not enough of me left now.
Breaking seems evident, a tornado in a bottle’s neck.
Choking on the words left unsaid, I am ****** and I am dead.
Family’s fine, too much too hold. Too much to hope for.

You couldn't help, you’d be better off dead.
Been screaming on the inside,
words tumbling black and slick from broken lips.
Keep it in, keep it concealed.
They can’t know what you feel.
The demon’s back and I’m going under.
This storm won’t be contained anymore.
The tidal wave’s heading towards the shore.

I don’t have that much to give.
Take it all before I resist.
Too much too soon, too little too late.
Spread myself thin for the past few days.
Nothing left but stained glass hearts and swollen throats.
No outlet for a soul like mine. It’s too dark to find me inside.
The screams come louder bringing blood.
Sob on for every tear, where the forest meets it’s end. Cry on for the memories.
The grandson you can’t help, the child you let go to hell, the grand daughters you never knew.

This is your ending demon.
No time could ever make you wise,
what god are you to fall again?
This is your ending demon,
now you get to watch them die.

*You deserve this.

When I look to the sky,
   I no longer see the stars.
     I see only the Darkness,
   The same black that pierces my heart.

When I look to the sky,
   I no longer have hope.
     I see only the Darkness,
   The same black that stole my faith.

When I look the the sky,
   I no longer see my road.
     I see only the Darkness,
   The same black that hides my path.

Without the stars,
   There is no guidance,
     No Wonder.
     No Gods.
   Only the Darkness.

How do I find my stars again?
How do I find any light at all?

I feel sick with the anger of the Sun's broken trust
I mourn with the Moon's lost friendship,
But through all that ****, somehow
keep shining as bright as the stars' will to bring light wherever dark may come.
(I will try)
Then come the skies of grey,
and I don't feel so brave anymore.
I become lost.
With a scattered mind and a sight clouded by fog.

Suddenly, there is light.
(Tiny, but true to it's cause.)
And I am somehow confused.
How can something so small...
So minuscule...
Brighten this seemingly never-ending blackness?

My bewilderment continues as this singular spark of hope keeps on flaming
With this rage. This powerful rage.
So strong, it's overwhelming.

I am unsure what this rage concerns,
but it does not stop.
Does not waver.
This pulsating passion.
It does not stop.
It will not stop.
I almost want it to cease, even though it has kept me
From fading.
From dying.