The Myst Within

A deep black myst has settled deep
Within my darkened soul.
I wonder if this is my path
Determining my goal.

I sense a presence deep within
Saying what to do.
This being is of darkest evil
And bitter anger, too.

It swirls around inside my gut
Waiting to be released.
But if its freedom comes to pass,
Will it be appeased?

I know it will consume my soul
Indefinitely, my mind.
All I have to do is choose…
…Which side I will stand behind.

I lean towards darkness; I am to fall.
I know this is my part.
Because I failed so in the Light,
And Whom I am with is smart.

She’s darkness in its purest form,
A form of beauty and elegance.
She’s been with me for quite some time
And has promised me her allegiance.

She has helped me calm the storm
Within my heart and mind.
She’s helped me turn the rage within
Towards others who are not kind.

She grants me visions when I sleep
Of torturing others I know.
And while this seems a savage thing,
My heart begins to grow.

Many things you do not think
Are right, but are not wrong.
Where will you be when you die?
Surely not in God’s Throng.