The Dark Ages Vol.3 The End Is Near? [Formerly "Blaring Thoughts"]

Inching Towards The Light

On my hands and knees begging for it to end. Begging for light. I know I'm at the end. I'm crawling and crawling, and I can see the end, but I feel like I'm not moving. It feels like the light is getting

farther and farther away from me. Or maybe time isn't moving at all. I've been broken, stabbed, and beaten on my way to the end.  I'm bleeding out, ribs broken, arrows in my back, trying not to

fade to black. There's no one to save me, no one to motivate me, no one to patch my wounds. There is only the light at the end of this dark tunnel. The light if I've been trying to get to for years. I feel

so cold and dead that I've forgotten what it feels like to be alive again. Who knows if I'm even alive right now. I guess we'll never know for sure, not until it's too late. Every time I look behind me, all I

see is every bit of pain and despair I've left from previous years, beckoning me to go back to them telling me I should spiral sideways into that deep dark pit again. The light calls me to look forward

and stop trying to find comfort in the ones who hurt me. So many Mirages get in the way of my path to the light. They tell me to quit that I won't find people who love me, that I'm a mistake that I

should die. Nevertheless, I keep focusing on the light. Thinking about the better days ahead and the bright future standing before me.