Darkness binds me.
Finds me.
Wherever i run.
Wherever i go.
Here I stand and listen to the cries of my soul.
I cannot cure this.
Here I listen and I feel the most painful thing Ive ever felt.
I cannot cure it.
The wound is old. It has been ripped open so many times.
The scar is visible, and Ive been scratching it again.
This time no response.
This time was the last.
This time it was killed.
This time I cannot cure it.
And i mourn.
With my heart and soul i mourn.
I cannot cure it.
I never wanted it to heal.
I never wanted it to die.
What shall become of me.
I want to get rid of this darkness.
And all i ask
is how?