I know pain.
I know it well.
I have descended into Hell,
It still beckons. Whispers softly,
In the night.
Darkness
crawls into my dreams
And I
struggle, breathless, scream
As I claw
my way to wakeness.
I.
Need. Light.
It
will steal into your soul
It will
softly take control
You
won't know it
'Till
its chains make fast your mind.
All you do,
and all you say
Bleeds out to an ashen grey
All your thoughts must spiral inward,
Undermined.
It's
a cruel jest of fate
For
a soul that must create,
Those
whose spirits fly
Have also
far to fall -
The
Abyss devours sight
'Till
one no longer knows the light
But
it's out there...
Please believe me...
It
still calls.
