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Before Its Too Late...
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The Dark Side Its the hour I leave,
for my time, it is done.
Its not from life,
but from pain, I must run.
And not just the physical,
but the emotional pain.
I can no longer handle
the malice, the blame.
I have to seperate,
me from this fate.
I have to run,
before its too late.
For that door is now open
and inviting me in.
Its so damn tempting,
despite its grave sin.
Its not 'a way out'
but for me, a way on.
Onward to be free,
for my pain to be gone.
Remaining here, like this,
is not my choice.
But disease and life
have silenced my voice.
I live unheard,
although oft I scream.
I long to be awakened
from this nightmarish dream.
And whenever I have,
reality lie there,
naked and next to me,
in lifeless stare.
I've gripped the hand,
of tomorrow's fate.
And now I must go,
before its too late...
