Something lingers, and stays behind.
Somewhere lost in the shroud of my mind.
Something dark and not of light, its so strong that I cannot fight.
It trys to pull me down into the dark, I have fought it before and it bears my mark.
I can feel myself fading away, and no matter how hard I try I cannot stay.
The cold and dark touches my skin, and I can feel the change begin.
The darkened tears run down my eyes and my brothers don’t hear my vacant cries.
Its now so cold I cannot weep, as my soul falls to the deep.
And yet, somewhere off a flame burns bright, memories stir within my eye, the future hastens and the darkness I defy.
I grasp the evil and cast it into the flame, I now know that we are not the same.
Within the fire the dark thing burns and suddenly life returns.
The darkness is from my soul, pushed out to forever remain on the edge of dreams…
By: Azarian
