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I am the darkness in your soul

I am the loss of your control

I will bring you down

I will pull you under



I follow wickedly along

I will only steer you wrong

We will spiral down

We’ll taste oblivion



Night comes to steal away the dreams

that make you seem to fly.

Black angels back you to the wall.

They cut and beat you down

to force you to surrender,

or take your chances as you fall.



Here you’ll feel emptiness and cold

Here surrounded, still alone



Frozen thoughts escape

away like icicles of bullets

through the ceiling made of glass

that keeps you from rising to grab hold

of dreams of flying that you never had

the chance to make your own.

It chills you to the bone to think

you may never have a home again



Fear comes to drown you in your doubts

now taken hostage.

Your own desires lash you down.

When it all divides to black and white,

I will move to center.

Brittle is the sun as it shatters from the strain.