An evil desire to consume what goodness that remains in a whithering man.
Pressing its intentions upon one who does not desire, to live as such anymore.
Building its power to succeed, he is falling into a demonic frying pan.
In which happiness is its most powerful lure.
Thoughts once so clear, now clouded by a shroud of darkness and deceit.
Sadness now begins to cover this mans will, and he begins to accept defeat.
His savior can not be reached, and now his mind is free to wonder.
In a wasteland of emptiness, she is the only thing that can save him from tearing asunder.
The strength in his heart is fading, and his moral is depleting.
For the dark one comes to claim him, and in one fall swoop begins the beating.
Where has the light gone, can he truly be all alone.
Who will share in his sorrows of which he has always known?
What madness does he see in the waking hours of the night?
When darkness rules over the light.
In dreams that forsake all goodness, and embraces that which can not be seen.
Happiness has only become a past memory; it has become a glimpse, a gleam.
Trapped in a wasteland of hopelessness, and tormented by wretched thoughts.
Contenplating the existence of a higherpower, creating evil plots.
Can you combat against a will, strength so strong?
Curious as to why should I, how can I, and for how long?
Blood dripping sweat, runs down the forehead of this tired person, he has fallen.
Screams in his mind, the backdrop fades slowly as for the evil is calling.
Crying in the night, thinking thoughts that should not be spoken.
His past, present, and future begins to haunt him, the true him has been awoken.
No one would guess, the torment that this man feels inside.
His shame, and his dissatisfaction has swallowed him, so he runs to hide.
Praying for the angel of light to come and throw him a rope.
Before he is completely consumed, and therefore finally given up hope.
A sweet voice arises from the mist, of darken thoughts that surrounds him whole.
Through the shadows is a way to save his pathetic soul.
A hand is reaching from high above; it can be seen from a far.
Should we take the hand and be saved, or should we run away and accept what we are?
DeathTone 420
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Submission Name: A Light of Darkness
