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In The Darkness
The pressure in me has been building,
and I'm sorry you had to see,
just how much all this breaking,
just, how much it's all, cost me.
The tears you couldn't understand,
they were for you, only in part,
you were but, only the last,
straw in this pile,
that's break break breaking,
broke my back.
The glass house of my sanity, is all filled with cracks,
and the hope is trickling, my hourglass, running out.
It's lonely in the darkness, you learn comfort in the solitude,
then along you come, with your light, showing me the beauty,
thus far hidden from sight, then you all, go away,
leaving me in the dark, blindly clinging to, the memories,
of the sights I've seen, till memories fade,
and I wonder if, it was real, or simply darkness playing tricks,
and telling lies.
Till the memories fade away, the beauty turns grey,
and I'm left, wondering, was it real, or simply,
hope fed lies.
There comes a point, when that light starts to fade,
slowly slips away, where you would do anything,
anything, just to have it stay,
anything, to keep from losing yourself, in the darkness,
anything, to keep it at bay,
anything, to keep that beauty in sight,
anything.... just to believe, you have beauty, a little while,
a little longer.
In the darkness, no one sees the tears, no one,
to hear the screams, no, no one,
to care at all, lovingly crafted abyss,
deepest hole, despair's black pit.
I live in a blackened world, greyed out memories,
all I know, blurred and fading, beauty long forgotten,
almost past caring, touching and retracing, faces,
I almost recall, ears straining to hear, a sound,
maybe laughter was the word, faintly echoing,
almost gone.
So when you bring, your light,
into this darkness, where I hide,
you show me the beauty, all around,
make me realize, the sadness,
that comes with, believing lies,
chasing insanity, from a self deluded mind.
Then you go away, and you take away,
the fragile hopes, come from, such a newly returned,
sanity, when you take away, my light, your light,
and plunge me back again, into the darkness,
where the madness is free again, to play with me,
in the darkness, where it's free,
once more, to prey on me.
And a little more breaks away, a little more lost,
a little more found.
A little more hope is lost.
A little more hardness is found.
The only sound that remains,
steadily, the pitter patter,
the pitter pattering of tears,
as they strike the ground.
And here,
I remain.
