Untitled III

The dark has won tonight.
I'm not sure it was ever beaten
It crept in the shadows; stayed away from the light
Never alerted me to its presence
And for a short while I could smile
I could laugh
I could force myself to believe I was happy
Though I felt the shade it cast
Felt the hairs stand up
1... 2 ... 3...
Standing to attention like soldiers on the front line
Ready to embrace the fate they chose
Back when the world seemed safe
I don't know what it was
Her name, the photograph
The things he wrote about her
The way his words twisted to fit her mould
Perhaps that he never did the same for me
My own worthless existence irrelevant next to that shining beacon
And I felt the heat rise up
The red come down
The blood pound against my twisted psyche
Drowning out the reason
Til all I could hear were the wolves howling overhead
And the only path I could see was right in front of me
It was a sheer drop
I knew that as I neared the edge
And felt the howling winds, like smoke around my head
I could feel my bones breaking before I took that step
I could hear each tendon snap before I hit the ground
I just knew
Instinctively
I didn't need a final push
A goodnight kiss
A suicide note pushed in my hand
But somehow you gave them anyway
So I turned away; not wanting you to see my tears
Took one deep breath
And plunged myself into the black
Gave into the shadows
Slipped into the shade
Embraced the night
The dark side one tonight
I'm not sure it was ever beaten.