Years of hell or so it seemed,
Years of slavery with little light from the world around me.
Now I see the light I sought,
it's merely a hole.
Fearcely plunging into deeper darkness-
darkness a friend for years something now sought to be rid of in present times.
Yet as I go deeper I must admit a feeling of like for the cold, for the courage and the lonliness that the darkness will surely bring.
I wonder will my friends still know me?
Or will the demons bite them as they once did me the last time I was thrown down?
Most likely bitter I will be as I dont see things for what they are already.
My courage confused for callousness,
bring on the night for I am now prepared to die.
As I walk in the vally of the shadow of doubt. I fear not the stalking noises nor the silent cries, for I now know the stalking sounds are from within me as well as the silent cries.
Once again the world tries to break me.
WHO can fear what they are?
Perhaps we all would if we really knew what dwells within.
Another night comes I feel the wings of it,
so close to death it wraps me lovingly.
Driving away the light for the quiet darkness.
The laughable screams of the innocent who wish to
drive me out of heaven.
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