Darkness of mind, darkness of soul

Darkness of mind, darkness of soul

Darkness beckons to her, its long reaching fingers

touching her to her very soul

its the darkness to which she may not surrender

no matter how much sweeter the prospect

darkness invites her to come, and rest

darkness promises her to eternal, blissful rest

it assures her that her troubles will be left behind

no more pain to be felt, no more ties to bind

darkness, the sweet, eternal friend

when in fact it would be her final brutal end

the temptation to give in, to giver over to the darkness

is always present, as her life is in a constant mess

she feel she is drowning in the light

no one sees her, no one hears her plight

its ignorant bliss she wishes for, craves

yet she faces each day anew and always braves

the elements of her life, the constant beaten path

she seems to follow from day to grueling day

she wishes for a warm welcoming hearth

but she always, always seems to lose her way

she is lost, will she ever be found?

Will she ever again hear that sweet promising sound

of the light that is meant to have and hold

yet for her is carries the odor of the dank and cold

the light fades daily, hence the pending darkness

its the darkness that always theses days prevails

and she is sinking, sinking, sinking down, down

further away from this light, for the darkness prevails

Darkness of mind, darkness of soul

that which claims both the young and the very old

darkness you claim to be an ally, a friend

why then do you only bring about, her impending end?