The days are dark and long.
Slow to come and slower still to go.
I don't know why I feel this darkness inside,
the emptiness that keeps me alive.
Some days I wish it would end, the darkness fade away.
But then those are just dreams, for look at today.
The darkness is something I so readily crave.
It keeps me feeling alive, feeling this way.
And those moments of chaos, exile from my soul,
they are the dreams I refuse to let go.
But I try so hard not to let them show.
For I fail so many times to be what I should,
how do I let you know that your dreams are good?
How do I tell you that this hatred and hurt I feel,
this empty blackness that is so real,
it is the life that I deal.
The weakness of my heart giving in to my soul.
My soul drowned in sorrows so long ago.
And still somehow I hold out hope
that the moon will come out and cleanse me,
that tomorrow I will be free,
that the lake will sit still and the river flow no more.
That this chaos shall never find a shore
and my heart will stop its fight
and give in to the oceans roar.
That this dream will fade into the night
and the nitemares will be cast away forever more.
