keeping me weak...
how many times can i speak of the dark
before it finally chokes out my heart
if i make no advances to move from this place
then this is where i am doomed to remain
with razor sharp claws it slices my soul
breaking my will with violent control
the carniverous dark has it's teeth buried deep
spilling my blood and keeping me weak
the vicious attack seems never to end
inflicting wounds after wound that i cannot mend
without enough time to heal where i bleed
the dark has control and is keeping me weak
an onslaught attack forcing it's will
meaning me harm and trying to kill
draining from me the strength that i need
to stand up and fight and heal where i bleed
without the will to fight or to heal
the reality of death becomes all to real
into the shadows where the darkness holds me
myself is the one that is keeping me weak
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