It stands in the darkness never saying a word
Only reminding me of the things I fear
Some nights my thoughts are like a bird
They flow freely through the sky
Other nights it shows me all the demons of the night
All of them let out a low cry
Their faces all resemble a thing of my past
I struggle to hold on to the things I hold dear
They crumble under pressure like a ships mast
My heart has forgotten to feel in these dark times
Almost as if it no longer works for me
As though it no longer flows to my rhymes
I've been consumed by flawes
Holding on to the past only deepens my wounds
But I now crawl like dog on all four paws
Trying to stand up to the things in the dark
For life gets hard
So one must find their own spark