standing before the window
observing blackness and the night
Iím feeling that thrusting sorrow
and that overwhelming fright.
As tiredness invades my soul
and blackness takes over my heart
surviving, that was once my goal
now Iím longing to depart.
Iím fighting against the phantom
the phantom still fed by my past
always struggling for my freedom
I knew I would never last.
The darkness is so much stronger
itís so seductive in itís call
I will not fight it much longer
I will close my eyes and fall.
Fall into the darkness
the darkness and the night
diving into emptiness
where numbness brings delightÖ
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