The Dark
Feeling quite awful, and i dont know were to turn.
It rears its head of hollow guilt,
At the slightest provocation,
How can I fight this morbid demon,
From my heart does stir.
It claws my heart and shreds my soul,
To no one can I turn,
Because with me the demon comes,
To shatter my delicate love.
It's only sated when I am distant,
Its hatred too great for those to counsel,
But nor can I fight the demon,
Because it takes my dearest love.