Walking fast,
Faces pass,
The darkness follows behind me.
Gripping me close,
Pulling me in,
The darkness surrounds me.
Controling my mind,
Controlling my thoughts,
The darkness begins its fun.
Holding me,
Unwilling to let me go,
Keeping me prisoner.
It tells me to do things,
Things against my will.
It takes the innocent,
And makes them kill.
Not others,
Oh no,
But themselves.
I tried to fight it,
I tried to let others see,
Nobdy noticed,
Nobody saw.
They took my act,
They bought it,
No matter how fake.
They lied to themselves,
And they lost a life.
Her life.
His life.
My life.
My mind once again swirling,
The darkness pulling me inside.
It tells me what to do.
I listen.
My wrists slit,
My thoughts cut,
The knife begins to plunge.
Crimson surrounds me,
My own blood drowns me.
I listen.
I speak.
I hear my last breath,
Listen to my last words,
And for once I feel peace.
So I embrace my own Death.
My own doing.
My own kind of darkness.
(I'm still alive, Don't worry)
