Dark Whispers
Once again the voices spoke
Offering peace, relief and sanctuary,
Promised to ease my pain,
Promised to bare my burdens.
They asked for one thing, a promise
A promise that i would never leave them.
I trusted them, I loved them,
They were my light within the darkness.
What a fool I was.
How ironic that those whom I believed were my salvation
were truly my downfall.
They fullfilled their promise of peace
But what is peace that cannot be shared,
They relieved me of my burden
They relieved me of my friends,
They gave me sanctuary
Sanctuary filled with darkness, cold, cold, darkness,
With only the fires of anger and hatred to keep me warm
for the fires of love and affection had long since been extinguished.
Here I stay tending my hearths
Hoping for someone to lead me from my sanctuary
To rescue me from within my own head.
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