Maybe they were right.
Maybe I'm not worth the fight.
So I'll just let my darkness consume the light,
A horrifyingly beautiful sight,
As I give up, as I give in,
No more pain, no not again,
As numbness washes over my skin.
They were right.
I'm not worth the fight.
Blade draws blood,
I watch my life pour out, feel my fading light,
The blood pools, almost like a flood.
The light never had a chance
As the dark swallows the light in their dance.