When you’ve been depressed long enough, you begin to feel you’ll never see the light again. Darkness your constant companion, he whispers Softly that the Light is a myth. And as much as you rebuff his seduction, you know, deep down, he is right. The Light is for Others, not for the likes of you.
And though you know your brain is a fucking liar, you know this time he’s speaking the truth.
Trapped in the Black Fog
Stumbling blindly
Towards the Light
The Pit beckons
Right there
Entry to The Abyss
The Light
Elusive
Hiding behind The Fog
The Pit
So easy to fall into
To dive into
As much work to avoid
As the Light is to seek
The comforting darkness
That hides and shelters fron
The harsh Light
That reveals all
My failures
Yet I yearn for The Light
Terrified of The Pit
The Blackness pulls
On my black heart
My black soul
Turning from The Light
Yet
And yet
I hunger for The Light
To fill me
Warm me
Repair my broken soul
My heart
Me
With its shining essence
To turn Despair
Into Hope
To close The Pit
The Abyss
Hopeless dreams
For a broken night
Descent Rising 