Agony,
self-defeating light
suffocating within myself.

Why do I always end up here?
Alone,
in the deafening silence.
Broken,
with no one to help me heal.
Crying…
Dying…
defeated once again.

I’ve found that the passion of my soul lies here.
I thrive on knowing I will end up here once again,
and my soul will return to its darkest state.

Not that I like it here,
here in this monotonous pain.
But it has become my only reality,
my only true self,
and without it I am no one.