The Story is His to Tell [pt 1]

by Forsaken Lullaby   Jan 19, 2008


He asks himself, shall I always be alone?
A voice whispers from within his own subconscious
"You will never be alone; the darkness is always there to hold you"
The darkness is what grips him
It is what keeps him so inanimate
He can't move, can't speak, can't even breathe
He loses himself so rapidly
His heart is like the winter rain
So rigid and sharp
He can't feel it beating rapidly within his chest
He no longer notices the sun
Or the Technicolor setting around him
In his eyes all is black and white
The only thing hidden in the skies is hell fire
It will burn him if he gets to close
If he gets too close to the truth
He's so close but every time he falls back into black
"You need nothing but the hatred in your heart
And the charcoal that seeps into your veins"
He can't even see his veins
Can't feel his own heart beat, it is gone
His mind begins to wither away
He forgets himself and all he's ever wanted
All he needs is darkness to fill his heart to the brim

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