Where does the darkness dwell?
Is it past my inner core,
Within the deepest reaches of myself?
Hiding in the recesses of my mind
Waiting patiently for me to find
Or am I the one who needs to wait patiently?
Wait- while the darkness finds me?
But how will it come to call…
By knocking politely, or perhaps just knocking through the wall?
How will I know of its presence?
Will it drive me mad, in its desperate search for sustenance?
How may I accommodate a visitor so fair?
By screaming at the voice, by ripping out my hair?
Oh but that will never do for a guest of such esteem
No, this should be a welcome, fit for a queen.
The sort that can only be conjured by nightmares
The type sent by the darkness so I’d be properly prepared
I’ll hug my knees to my chest and rock back and forth in the corner of my room,
Smile wickedly and chant, “The Darkness is doom.”
The pasty suits, for that’s what they wear,
Will, as usual, mistake my worship for fear.
So simple-minded, I can’t expect them to understand,
What makes the power of the darkness so grand.
She thrives in emptiness, the deepest place of all
The darkness builds her kingdom within the human soul
Consuming emotions, every last one
Until the mind deteriorates and the ability to feel is gone.
And so I welcome the darkness, with open arms
A follower so loyal, would never come to any harm
I close my eyes and soon the darkness is upon me
Visible to only those who truly believe
A shiver runs through me, like that from a ghost;
I greet the darkness, an eager host.
I can feel her power coursing through my veins
Then all of a sudden, my energy is drained
A new form of terror sets in, something’s not right…
I wail at the top of my lungs and try to fight
I throw myself at the ground and bang my fists,
Howling until I’m crying in fits.
The pasty suits come running at last, with my sweet reprieve
Perhaps I can escape the darkness by slipping into tranquility
After I’ve been properly sedated,
I will myself calm, my fears abated
Then to my dismay, I feel the darkness growing stronger,
The drug is making it impossible to hold out for much longer
Why had I been betrayed?
I thought, when the darkness finally came, I would be saved
Liberated from this awful place
Where everyone thinks I’m insane
How does one prove they’re not crazy?
For a moment my vision goes hazy
Suddenly I’m on a cliff, dizzy and stranded
I look down to find I’m still wearing my jumpsuit, as if I’ve been branded.
Has the sweet sedating poison that I once relied on,
Been helping the darkness all along?
I scream out into the wind,
“Why have you left me, I thought you were my friend?
I trusted you, and you’ve betrayed me.”
Then my body pitches forward violently
It’s the drugs power, finally taking effect
Sending me over the edge, to my certain death
I open my eyes
And all I see are bright lights
I am vaguely aware of the pasty suits around me with anxious faces
Pretending they care, though I know I’m just another patient
A disembodied voice says they think I’ve had a seizure
Another replies that it could’ve been from an overdose of tranquilizer
I’m slipping into a coma, and there’s nothing they could do…
So this is what it feels like when the darkness gets a hold of you.
So what if I’ve been betrayed, perhaps it’s not so bad
For a long time, the darkness has been all I’ve known, all I have
Now I’ll let her have me,
Consume my mind, my memories.
As I give into the darkness, I feel my soul begin to fade
And just like that, my mind has slipped-
Away…