Sitting alone deep within your darkness.
Unable to see. No hope in your heart.
Comfortable, detached and cold.
No one can reach you. No one can see you.
Safe within your despair.
Darkness envelops your soul.
Coldness freezes your heart.
Until you become nothing more than a living corpse.

A voice whispers in the darkness.
Is it your voice? Is it my voice? Whose voice is it?
It really doesn’t matter. All that matters is its there.
A voice whispers in the darkness.
Whispering sweet nothings about life nonexistent.
Some fantasy about love, joy and light.
The voice urges you to follow it
Knowing it might be another ploy to hurt you.
Another plot to play with your heart.
You chance the pain and take the risk.
The darkness ends the light begins… A transition
Questions to ponder… Ponderings to question.
And in the end it makes no difference.

Blinding, Painful and scary
Almost to much beauty to believe.
Is it real or will it just fade away.
Slowly you look and sees it remains.
You notice the color, the vibrance
The life around you in cautious disbelief.

Copyright Daremo Communications 1995