The darkness is like my poison,
no longer bottled up,
I hope to clear the fog,
that has wrapped around my brain,
I have darkness in my veins,
the blackness is what I bleed,
and the poison never settles,
It only warms my cold heart,
I find myself looking away,
from your accusing eyes,
and even though my time keeps slipping,
I'm keeping the poison alive inside,
I can't stop it now,
because I've listened to your lies,
but it only makes my veins bleed faster,
for my heart has stopped beating,
but the darkness inside,
it never rests,
wanting me to be drained,
of hope,
of love,
of faith,
I survive on desperation,
I have only darkness in my veins,
the only thing that lets me sleep,
I poured the poison down my throat,
to take that long, sweet rest,
I've earned it, haven't I?
I believe I have,
Or you wouldn't have lied.
