Embracing darkness, owning pain
It's awful being stuck in darkness, no one can feel your pain A foreign type of feeling, disconnecting from your logical brain You loose all hope and sense of purpose, nothing lifts you up Walking through each day of madness, is hard and incredibly tough The angels wait and keep you safe, while everyone passes you by All it takes is a leap of faith, which feels impossible to find You little voice, deep inside has been silent for far too ling You have become disconnected and you wonder how this all went wrong Confusion plagues the blackness, your mind feels incredibly weak There's too much going on inside to listen, to what others speak Every negative past encounter, tortures, with intently deceit A physical feeling of mass destruction, torn apart by cruel repeat There's always voices telling you stuff, they couldn't possibly understand How could they know? They never listened, its why you feel so bland The 'theory' is, it'