The Darkness rises in my soul
with each new ridicule
the light that once shown brite
is but a dulling jewel
rage cuts though my hart and mind
evils trail not far behind
voices scream what i should do
but no ones in the empty room
knife in hand i try to stay
unseen forces lead the way
down the hall of empty dreams
i walk alone save for my demons
through the doors of total disgrace
into hells hot embrace
down the streets of shame i run
the unseen voices urge me on
in the darkness i see a light
her shining soul oh so bright
quietly i make my way
up behind this nights prey
the darkness in my soul calls out
she should pay for all your doubt
my actions now not my own
the knife slides smoothly through her throat
now this nights atrocities are done
with bloody hands i stumble home
from this darkness i shall never rise
who will be tomorows prize?
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