PITCH-BLACK

Since I was young, I had to learn how to fake a smile, To pretend the darkness that lied within me wasn't there at all, To try not to give in to it In an attempt to protect myself from this mad world. But what if that's exactly what I desire? To embrace the chaos that inhabits my soul? And while sucumbing to it, Be able to finally let go of the things I never even wanted. For I don't intend to hide nor escape it anymore, Living in a continuous, weary denial. Instead, I wish to seek refuge and comfort in it, Until every single part of me is absorbed. For each time I determine To step into the angelical, Ethereal daylight, I will carry with me the very same shadows of the Underworld.