Oh, this darkness inside,
It gnashes its teeth and bares its claws.
It makes my heart weak
And subverts my will to its bidding.
Bending, bending, bending,
Until I’m nearly broken.
Oh where did this darkness come from,
That even the light of love falters to its blackness?
Alone I battle this tormentor,
Alone I fight to stay alive.
The cold knife shimmers in the dark,
Seeking ever, to meet its tender mark.
Can the darkness be overcome,
Or will this night, have my welcome?
-R.T. Edwins
(c) 2014
