I feel the darkness deep inside,
Itβs slowly creeping over me;
Thereβs no place for me to hide,
Thereβs no place for me to be;
Thereβs nowhere else to run;
My chest is clutched in icy grasp;
Once more Iβm looking at the gun;
Thatβs how Iβll breathe my final gasp?..
My darkness getting more intense;
Iβm trying look myself into;
My life has always had no sense;
I shake my head; what should I do?..
I will embrace the darkest pain,
βCause I cannot escape from it;
With scarlet blood my hands Iβll stain;
Bright colors perfectly me fit;
Iβm freeβ¦ but deep within my mind
Thereβs a conflict with my soul;
The flaming hellβs from me behind;
I love and hate this strange new role.
-by @lissasinclair for Arthur











