For most darkness comes and darkness goes.
For me darkness is around me a never ending path.
Because of this my wrists hold scars,
scars that can't be healed,
scars that remind me of the pain.
At last my time has come. It is time for me to give into the darkness.
As I give up, black takes over my body.
I remember you.
The one thing that seemed like light.
The one thing that was actually good.
How much of a lie was that?
