in the darkness we rise.

 sometimes loneliness gets to me.

at night alone in the shadows of darkness where only power rules over my senses I feel some urge to coward away in my sheets, unable to face what is coming towards me only crippling me waist and below.

I am unable to hold the fear and weakness I feel when thoughts seem to guide me away into the darkness, alone in there waiting for glimpses of hope to shine away my sorrows, I lie at night waiting for some answer that will lolly me into some peace of mind, yet i find none.

I am what holds meaning in my nature always joyful yet somehow that already faded, along with self-worth and some sense of course. alone in the night, nothing seemed to stop me, away with thinking! away with this madness! I scream out for help yet as always none seem to care enough to wake me from my doom.

there isn't any meaning in suffering only reality and the utter nausea that comes with it, Unable to hold me back I find words to cure my sorrow yet who am I speaking to, or is it that no matter how lonely it gets no one seems to dare unravel the curtain, leaving me leading the show with madness and chaos, only within.

I find no solace in my cry for help states yet who am I to dare ask such questions, of which my mind will never know.so alone in the darkness I sit, alone from my pain yet surrounded with voices, in which I hope they bring me company yet still no one dares to break off the silence into a catastrophe that might befell me. only I reside in the shadows holding the oen in my hand, tracking my thoughts and aligning them into words that seem to covey the meaning it has if even for a little, so I stay they awaiting the darkness to perish, tomorrow to shine. the hope to be.

once again I am left to my thoughts to cuddle me around and protect me from facing what is ahead, what awaits beyond the darkness, that I dare not to hold the veil no more. More and more ideas come floating yet the mind can but process a handful, leaving what is left to be buried within, only to rise again as resentment and probably hate, as I have no say in what happens even so that it is my property to ask for my wellbeing, however, it seems rather challenging to uphold control and strike away the delusion it has its grasp all over me.

there isn't no silver lining only darkness up ahead yet writing it down seems to hold meaning in my heart, to make my troubles heard seem to rejoice my soul, until once again I am that joyful soul.